Bugging George has become my new pass time.

Well, its always been something I have had fun doing but never to this extent.

When I wake up in the morning all that is on my mind is George. The things I want to do to him, the way he makes everything a challenge and the way he becomes flustered by my words. It would be quite the turn around if we ever did start hooking up. The school would be baffled that the two school rivals started getting intimate together.

But I guess they wouldn't understand the tension until they are put in this situation.

It has been a few days since George has sent me that text. Once I received it, I knew my words had affected him way more then I had anticipated. The fact that he had texted me and after so many hours proved to me that I had been on his mind that whole night.

And maybe I sound cocky, but it also proved that he most likely feels the way I feel towards him.

Drawn by lust.

Its a new and foreign feeling for me. Of course I had always loved to make George flustered and falter by my words or actions. But it was merely just to see the 'king' of the school finally drop his act. Now there is a whole new motive behind it.

It fuels me.

After we texted that one night, I would always meet him at his locker in the morning to bug him.

Its been harder these past few days because he has been deliberately ignoring me. And I know its because of what I did.

I know what you're thinking. I could have easily went over and gotten what I had wanted. But he was still sore and in a bad state. I wanted him to be fully recovered before I did anything. I also didn't want him making any dumb decisions just because he had just gotten out of a break up.

So yeah things have been difficult between us. I mean, he still hates me, or pretends to hate me. But its different this time because usually he will fight back. Now he is just blatantly ignoring me so I don't know what to do.

So this morning I take a different approach. I have been waiting for him at his locker every morning so he probably expects me to be there once again, however I decide I won't be. I'm gonna spend the day ignoring him instead.

I know he secretly loves that I am trying so hard to speak to him, so I think if he thinks I gave up, he will come crawling back.

I guess you could call me a manipulator, but I prefer smart.

So, I head to my first class of the day which I have with him.

I sit down in my seat, arriving pretty early. I like to be on time for class, unlike George who seems to always be late.

He likes to call it 'making an entrance' to which makes me roll my eyes. That boy loves the attention. But I can't say I don't love it either, so I can't really judge.

I sit there and make small talk with my peers until class starts.

After a couple of minutes, George finally walks in. Our teacher being fed up with his tardiness warns him that one more time and he will get a detention to which he replies giving her a teasing smirk.

When he continues to walk towards his seat I force my gaze down to the paper in front of me, acting as unbothered as possible.

To my surprise, he doesn't say anything to me.

Why hasn't he said anything to me? Did he seriously want me to leave him alone? I don't understand.

I know when you bother someone continuously and they pretend to loathe it, they want you to keep trying, but the second you give up they seek the validation.

So why is George not saying anything?

As class goes by we do not communicate at all, not even a singular jab at each other.

I guess I was wrong and he genuinely wanted me to stop talking to him. Well at least now I know the truth and he doesn't feel the same. I don't know why but a part of me almost feels disappointed that he didn't even try to talk to me. I mean I don't know why I had expected him to, he hasn't talked to me in days.

The bell signaling the end of classes goes off and I gather my things. Suddenly, a voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Done pestering me?" he questions sounding relieved but I can't help but notice a disappointed tone lingering in his voice. Or maybe that's what I want to hear.

When I turn to face him I see George looking up at me through doe eyes and I can't help but smirk. My plan had worked. Not only did I get him to finally talk to me after all this time, but I now know he likes when I chase him.

Which means he feels the same as me.

I don't like him though, I just feel that sexual tension with him that gets me going.

"Oh, he speaks" I tease.

He rolls his eyes in response and repositions his backpack, "I'm just glad you're finally done trying, it was getting embarrassing" he continues, trying to hide his blatant confusion on why I had stopped with insults. I chose not to tell him my intentions, or else I would be giving him what he wants.

I shrug and make my way towards the door, him trailing close behind. "So why are you talking to me now Davidson?" I keep my tone uninterested, like the conversation is boring me. However it has been what I've been longing for the past few days.

He goes silent, and I guess he is trying to think of a smart reply. After a few seconds I lowly chuckle, "got nothing to say?" I peer down at him and see the faint red tint cover his cheeks.

"I'm only talking to you to say I won." He lies through his teeth, but remains confident.

We reach my locker and stop walking, I turn to face him.

I love how he has to look up to me, having him like this already makes me feel like I'm winning.

"Well on the contrary Davidson, I think I won" I state purely.

"How so?" he says while quirking an eyebrow.

"What I wanted was for you to stop ignoring me, so the second I stopped trying you came running back" I take a step forward and he backs up, hitting into the row of lockers behind him. I place my hand directly on the locker right above his head, and lean down, cornering him. I see his Adams apple move as he gulps nervously and he looks around the halls as if he's making sure no one is watching.

"So tell me George, you like the attention I give you, don't you?" I tease and flash him a cocky smirk.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, stiffening his position against the locker. "I only came to gloat, stop flattering yourself"

"Keep telling yourself that George" I push off from the locker. "Can you move? I'm trying to get my things"

He stands there and blinks before shaking his head and rushing to move out of the way, "um yeah whatever" he collects himself.

"I'll see you at practice, and remember it's the big game tomorrow so don't let things or people distract you" I wink.

"Shut up Clay, you should know better than anyone that I don't let things get in the way of my game" he barks back defensively.

And with that he walks off. I stand there smiling to myself. He's so easy to rile up.

I love being the only one that can make him that flustered.

The rest of the day passes by pretty normally but better than the past few days because George and I are back on speaking terms.

I mean he is still pretending to hate me but the bickering is back. At practice everyone is super serious. We don't do any crazy hard plays or sprints or anything since it is the night before our game so we don't want to tire ourselves out.

We went through basic plays of defense and attack and strategized what would work best against the opposing team. This will most likely be the hardest game of the year and having the scouts their will definitely cause some nerves throughout the team.

I then went home and played Minecraft with Nick and Alex till really late.

After a good nights rest it is now finally Saturday.

I wake up and decide to take a cold shower since I can feel the nerves already starting to accumulate in my stomach.

Today is gonna be stressful and I have to keep it together since I am the captain.

After my shower I brush my teeth and fix my hair.

When going down my stairs I decide to check my phone and to no surprise the group chat is going crazy.

The Boys:

Nick : I'm so hypedddd

Will : LETS FUCKING GO BIG DUB TODAY BOYS

Karl : W'S IN CHAT!!!!

Will : W

Nick : W

Braden : W

I sigh and type back, knowing the nerves will get to them and they are being way too cocky right now.

Me : Keep that same energy later on

George : W LETS GO

I roll my eyes at George's dumb message. He used to be captain so he was the one that had to deal with the rest of us getting too hyped before a game and would always be the one to tell everyone not to get ahead of themselves. As captain you have to keep everyone in check.

So I know he is doing this to annoy me, especially since he sent it after I had sent my text.

Me : Shut up George

George : Make me ;)

Of course he's mister confident over text and in front of an audience.

Nick : LOL

Joey : Get a private chat jeez

*Karl and Will liked Joey's message*

I decide to put my phone away, ignoring all the notification noises coming from it and prepare my breakfast.

The game is at 2pm today but coach likes us to arrive around two hours prior in suits. I don't know why but I guess a lot of people come out to these games so he wants to maintain professional.

I check the time and its now 11:00 so I decide to gather my things and head out. Since I'm captain I have to get there a bit earlier than everyone else. When I check my phone once again I see loads of messages from the boys chat but one stands out in particular.

The Boys:

George : Yo can I get a ride to the game my car is getting an oil change?

I smirk down at my phone and reply.

Me : Sure I'll pick you up in 5

George : Can anyone else? I'd rather not have to leave earlier than I have to

He's seriously gonna turn down my offer? I'm doing the guy a favour for fuck sake. He's such a brat.

Nick : Sure man I'll pick u up

Me : No you won't I'm already on the way

I lie.

George : Ugh whatever ur so dramatic

For some reason, I find myself grinning hard at my phone. I pocket it and head out to my car going in the direction of George's house.

He doesn't live that far from me and I have been here several times for parties and the incident the other week, so I know the root by heart at this point.

When I arrive I shoot him a text.

I've been here for ten minutes.

What the fuck is this guy doing??

Why is he making me wait so long.

I start tapping my steering wheel impatiently. I hate being late and I know coach hates when I'm late.

He's so entitled. I'm literally here doing him a favour and he is making me wait for so long.

Finally after another couple minutes I see the door open. He walks out staring down at his phone not paying any attention to anything around him. What a fucking joke. I honk my horn urging him to speed up since he is walking like we don't have somewhere to be.

He looks up and pockets his phone, lifting his head back to face the sky as if I'm the one being annoying.

He reaches my car and hops in.

"Yo" he greets casually.

I give him a death stare in return.

"What?" He asks sounding offended, like he doesn't know what he's done.

I put the car in drive and start driving, putting my attention back on the road. I huff out angrily, and grip the steering wheel firmly, "I have been waiting here for almost 15 minutes for your dumbass! You know I have to get there earlier than everyone" I raise my voice at him, annoyed.

He leans back in his chair unbothered, "you're the one that was so persistent on picking me up, I told you I didn't want to go early" he argues, keeping his gaze out the window and his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're so rude George, I'm doing you a favour by giving you a ride and you're over here giving me attitude?"

"Don't care" he replies shortly.

"Say one more thing and I'll leave you on the side of the road." I say back sternly, not knowing if there is any truth behind it or not.

He turns to face me and practically laughs in my face. "Ha! Yeah leave your star player on the side of the road, you'll definitely do that" he says in a mocking tone.

I so badly want to do it just to say I did but he's right, I can't just leave him here my coach would be furious.

"First of all you're not the star player I am, and second of all the only reason I won't is because coach would get mad for leaving a player behind"

"Yeah not just any player Robinson, the star player" he puts his hand up in front of him moving it from one side to the other while putting emphasis on the word 'star'.

I can't help but roll my eyes.

"I'll make sure to tell him you're the reason I'm late" I bluff.

"Wow you're a snitch now?" He questions almost a little worried that I might actually tell our coach.

"Maybe" I shrug.

I reach for the music and turn it up, not wanting to here his bitchy voice anymore. I sing along to some of my favourite songs while George just sits there texting God knows who.

We arrive at school at 11:40. I was supposed to be here at 11:30 but we all know what happened.

When we walk to the changeroom I see my coach standing there with his clip board waiting.

"Well look who decided to show up" he sarcastically speaks up once we get close enough.

I rub the back of my neck nervously. "Sorry coach, my parents were home today and gave me some huge speech before the game" I lie. Of course I wasn't gonna snitch on him but I wanted him to worry a bit.

My eyes flicker down to look at George and he lets out a breath like he was expecting me to tell our coach what really happened.

"Well that's parents for ya! Always wanting the best" coach utters back understandingly. "Hey Davidson why don't you head inside? I gotta talk game with your captain" he winks at him while tapping him on the back.

"He's not my captain" he mumbles under his breath while walking past, making the coach laugh.

"He's always gotta be difficult that kid" he says to me as George enters the changeroom.

"Tell me about it" I agree. If only he had known what had just happened.

"Alright lets talk strategy" he says facing the clipboard in my direction.