Prompt

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Brett rolled his eyes when he saw you pouting at the edge of the field. "What do you want, you still mad at me?" He asked and you shrugged as he swung his lacrosse stick across his shoulders.

"I want the King to kneel before me." You put a sarcastic tone to the word king, making Brett smirk as he recalled the night before when he'd dubbed himself the king.

"It'll convince you to forgive me?" He asked and you nodded. "I'll be back later guys!" He called as he hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you to the locker room.

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