Breaking His Rules

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Aaron's POV

"Let's go over it again", I said, and she rolled her eyes.

We are in the boys' locker room on a Friday after school had ended, about thirty minutes before the first football match of our fake relationship. Phase one of my plan to get Alicia back starts here, and I do not want any catastrophe for our plans.

"Why do we have to do this?", she huffs.

"Your ex will be on that field, and Alicia will be in the crowd. Our first step to getting this 'relationship' over with is by taking it to the next level."

I wait for a sarcastic reply, but she simply nods her head so I go on.

"When I win, I need you to be at the sidelines waiting for me. Then you run up to me, jump up and kiss me."

"How do I know that you will win?"

I frown, her comment a direct insult on my talents as a footballer.

She pops a bubble then tilts her head. "How do I know that you will catch me?", she questions, and I cock my head in slight amusement.

"Trust me darling. I may be a nerd, but I am also a jock. I'm used to this kind of thing." With Alicia.

I shake the thought away. If all goes well, in two months, I'll have Alicia back in my arms.

"Fine", Kayla says, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'll trust you to catch me, but if I fall, I will haunt your dreams at night."

A picture of Kayla appearing in my room at night has me shuddering.

"point taken."

Kayla stands up and makes her way to the door. "See you later rulebook.", she says before closing it behind her.

And then I am left alone with my thoughts of Alicia.

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Home matches are always amazing, because you get to see your whole school cheering you on. On an average, ninety-two percent of home matches are won, compared to the poor thirty-eight percent of away matches. These were my thoughts as my eyes travel to the crowded bleachers, trying to avoid searching for her. I had already spotted Kayla – she was seated on the front row, a book in her lap. When she noticed me staring, she stuck her tongue at me.

I dragged my eyes away from the bleachers back to coach Hernandez, who was in the middle of giving the opening speech. Coach was known for giving the longest and most inspiring speeches, and I loved listening to them.

As I stared at the sixty something year old man, I was filled with emotion. Coach was the one who discovered me, who turned me from a nerd to the football team captain. He had spoken to my parents and convinced them that football would not affect my studies, but give me a better opportunity when applying for university. In a way, coach Hernandez was as good to me as a father.

"...you need to win this. I don't want any selfish ball hogging from you Steele, and try to pass more to Davies. You've got this boys."

Then coach gave me a side nod and I took my place in front if the team.

"Who are we?", I yelled.

"The Panthers"

"What do we do?"

"We smash the game"

"And when it's over?"

"We cheer over the remains of our enemies"