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Brett came out of the locker room with the other members of his team, and he tilted his head as he saw the field was already half-occupied. The girls soccer team was spread out across one half of the grass, dribbling soccer balls back and forth.

"Oh sweet," one of his teammates said. "I love it when the soccer team comes out. We get to watch the girls."

"Watch all you want," Brett told him. "Because that's all you're ever going to get to do."

"Hey!" the guy cried, and Brett just smirked.

He looked out onto the field, but his eyes fell on one player in particular. You were kicking a ball back and forth with one of your own teammates, and Brett couldn't help but admire your excellent form. He saw you all the time during practice, and you were always going back and forth. Brett loved to *** you off, but he loved watching you when you weren't paying attention even more.

He was kind of embarrassed to admit that he stared at you, but he couldn't help himself. You were one of the few people, let alone girls who were the same height as he was. That might have made you undesirable to some guys who didn't know a beautiful girl when they saw one, but Brett loved it.

You had seen Brett around school and at parties, and especially at practices when you shared the field with the lacrosse team. You and Brett had always had a sort of love hate relationship, and whenever you saw him score a goal or win anything, you felt compelled to keep up.

Today was no different, and as he walked out onto the field, he shot you a devious smirk. You narrowed your eyes at his cocky demeanor, but it wasn't like you expected anything else. The girl you were passing with, your friend Stephanie, sent you a wink as she saw you were looking at Brett.

"When are you two going to get together?" she asked.

"Together?" you repeated. "As in me and Talbot dating?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, as in you and Talbot getting into a fist fight. Yes, I mean you dating."

"Well that first one wouldn't be far from the truth," you muttered. "Sometimes I think I could put my fist through his smug face."

"Get real, Y/n," Stephanie told you. "You and Talbot are meant for each other."

"Meant to tear each other apart maybe," you remarked.

"I think you mean meant to tear each other's clothes off," she told you with a smirk.

"Steph!" you cried, your face going bright red.

"Ha! You blushed! That means you want it to happen!"

"Shut up!" you hissed. "Jesus, Steph that isn't true. Now will you please just pass me the ball?"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine."

She stepped back and went to kick it, but by the smirk on her face you could tell the ball wasn't headed anywhere towards you. "Steph, don't-"

Before you could stop her, Steph sent the ball sailing across the field and right towards the lacrosse players. Of course the one to turn and catch it had to be Brett, and he looked back at you with a smirk.

"Lose something, Y/l/n?"

"Sorry, Talbot!" you called. "Steph has no control!"

Steph elbowed you in the side, and you shoved her with your shoulder. In response, she started making kissing noises in your ear, and much to your dismay your face went bright red.

"Will you throw it back?" Steph called.

"If Y/n gives me her number!" Brett called back.

"You know what?" you told him. "You can keep-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, Steph began to rattle off the first three digits of your phone number. Your eyes went wide, and you elbowed her in the stomach, hard enough to make her double over. "I'm never giving you my number, Talbot."

Brett smirked. "We'll see about that. I'll just find someone who has it."

"Like that's not creepy," you told him with raised eyebrows.

Brett's eyes narrowed. "Fine, how about this; if I can score more goals than you can, you have to give me your number."

You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "We're playing for my number? What are we in middle school?"

"Alright, how about this?" Brett told you. "If I score more goals than you, I get to take you out on a date."

"No w-"

"What's wrong?" Brett asked with a smirk. "Scared you'll lose?"

"No way," you told him as you crossed your arms over your chest. "I can play soccer a lot better than you can play lacrosse."

"Then you should have nothing to be afraid of," Brett told you, but he still had that smirk on his face.

"She's in," Steph called, now having recovered from you elbowing her.

Steph grabbed your arm, nodding over to where the rest of the girls soccer team was lining up to take shots at the goal. She dragged you over as Brett lined up with his own team, and you glared at her. "Seriously? You're the worst friend ever, you know that?"

"Whatever," she told you. "One of us is getting laid this weekend, and I guarantee you it won't be me.""Oh my god, Steph," you breathed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "You know I'm not really religious, so this is saying something, but you need to go to church." She grinned. "I can't. I'd burn up."

"I'm not going on a date with Talbot," you insisted as the first girl in line took her shot. "We hate each other."

"Bullshit," she told you. "You see the way he looks at you, and I see the way you look at him. You're going to be together."

You crossed your arms over your chest, looking over your shoulder as Brett took his shot. He effortlessly sent the ball into the net, looking over at you and blowing you a kiss. You rolled your eyes, turning your back on him and getting ready to take your own shot. You kicked the ball into the goal, sending it sailing right past the goalie's head.

Brett raised his eyebrows at you, and you could tell this was going to be a very long practice. It went on like this for a while, and so far Brett had made six goals and you had made five. You hadn't missed any, and he was only ahead of you because he had gone before you, but your coach quickly signaled the end of shots with her whistle.

Your eyes went wide, and you looked over at Brett to find him smirking at you. He held up six fingers, pointing to himself, and then held up five and pointed to you.

"*** it," you swore quietly, hating the fuzzy feeling that was running through you. "That doesn't count! You only won because of a technicality."

Brett jogged over to you with a grin on his face, and Steph stared at you two proudly from where she stood to off to the side.

"Doesn't matter," Brett stated. "You're going on a date with me, gorgeous."

"I could always back out," you told him.

"Yeah, but then you'd be a sore loser," he told you.

You stared each other down for a second, but you finally rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine."

Brett smiled, and his whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I know you like movies, so I'll pick you up on Friday. Is seven okay?"

You pursed your lips, trying to ignore Steph giving you a thumbs up out of the corner of your eye. "Yes."

"Perfect," Brett told you. "Then I'll see you-"

"TALBOT!" Brett's coach shouted, causing both of you to jump. "STOP FLIRTING WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND GET YOUR *** BACK OVER HERE."

Brett shot you one last grin, and then he jogged back over to his half of the field.

"She's not my girlfriend coach," he called to the man, and then he added quietly to himself "But she will be."

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