Breaking His Rules

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Aaron's POV:

As soon as lunch is over, I head straight off towards the football field, Alicia clinging to me.

"Can you get off me Alicia?", I groan out, frustratedly.

"Oh come on, Aaron", she says, reluctantly releasing me from her snake like grip.

"I'm off to practice, and I can't have you around me right now", I almost yell out, but I don't because tomorrow is Kayla's competition, and I don't want to piss Alicia off and make her do anything.

Alicia pouts a bit, but walks off to join her cheerleader friends without any further issue.

Meanwhile, I head off straight for the locker room to change, trying to keep my mind blank. It's something I started doing this past week, when the pressure became a bit too tough. My parents are still arguing over college and football, Alicia has been making my days at school unbearable, and I can't be with Kayla anymore. So most times, to avoid the stress, I tune everything out, and focus on only football about football.

Two other guys are in the locker room when I get there, so I go into one of the showers to change in private. I hang my bag of clothes on the faucet of the shower and shut the door with a click behind me before I start to strip off my clothes.

A sigh of relief escapes from me as I reach for my jersey and a feeling of calm envelops me.

Until water starts to gush out of the faucet.

Cold icy water.

"What the..."

I splutter as I blindly reach for the faucet in my haste to shut off the water completely and prevent it from completely drenching me, but instead I am met with a wet t-shirt. Then, in my blind disorientation, the water shuts off, I am thrown a towel, and all but dragged out of the showers and thrown butt first on the ground.

"For heavens' sake cover up", I hear Keon's voice, one that I would recognize anywhere.

I use the towel to dry my face before I lay it across my lap to cover my drenched boxers. I look up to find Keon and Jason standing over me.

Jason turns to the two boys who are sitting on the bench, mouths agape.

"Out", he barks, and they scuttle away like scared rabbits without a second glance back.

"What is going on", I ask frustratedly, glaring at Jason who ignores me.

"He's covered up Steph", he yells, turning towards the door. "You can come in now".

The door opens to reveal Steph, her red hair tangled and messy around her shoulders, her arms behind her back.

"I would have come in anyway", she says, rolling her eyes at me. "It's not the first time I've seen a guy's..."

"I don't think we need to be informed of the number of times that you've come in contact with the male sex organ.", Keon's British cuts in, his tone condescending.

Steph sticks out her tongue at him.

For a moment, they all seem to have forgotten that I am on the floor, so I clear my throat loudly.

"What is going on?", I repeat.

"Well we had to find a way to get you to communicate with us since you were obviously going out of your way to avoid us. So we had to resort to this barbarian ambush.", Keon finally answers.

"I'm sure this was all your idea", I growl at Jason.

"Actually, it was my idea", Steph cuts in. "I know how to mess with pipes and stuff. Your friend wasn't supposed to be here, but he heard us talking about it and insisted on coming along." At this point she shoots Keon a glare.