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I couldn't wait to get off the pitch. It was most definitely the hottest match of my life.
I could barely concentrate, and once again stood there like a fool in all my glory.
Matthew, of course, was man of the match. 10 tries scored through him alone, easily beating South College.
As I contemplated my idiocy whilst walking on the pitch, a sudden hand caught my shoulder. That smooth, slightly rough grip. It was him.
"Stay mine tonight?"
"I don't have my text books..?"
"Well we can pick them up on the way there. Somethings up with you still. You barely did anything throughout the game. I don't want you to end up on the B team. You're a good player Ben I know it for a fact."
An offer I couldn't refuse. With his sultry ways I was finding it harder and harder to keep my everlasting list to myself.
"Sure."

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