It was a Monday evening and Ashton was down at the school's football field with his team, participating in their training for the next game.

His friend, Shawn, handed him the ball with a smirk and just as Ashton handed it back, he spoke up.

"So..betsy huh? Didn't know you were into red heads mate," he snarkily commented, as they practiced their handballing back and forth.

Ashton rolled his eyes, "Fuck off."

"Nothing wrong with it man, I mean the chick's hot as fuck. I don't blame ya, even I would want to have a piece of her," Shawn laughed.

His words deeply angered Ashton, and he found his grip on the ball tightening before throwing it hard at Shawn, sending it thumping into his stomach and causing him to fall back at the contact.

"What the fuck dude?" Shawn yelled, as he picked up the ball and handballed it back just as hard.

Ashton caught it with ease and sent Shawn a scowl, "Don't talk about her like that."

"Ohh so you actually like her huh?" Shawn questioned with a teasing smile plastered over his face.

"Yes you idiot. So shut up, " Ashton grumbled, before switching his handballs to kicks.

Shawn caught it and chuckled, "You know Lachie tried to get in her pants once last year. She kicked him in the balls, fucking hilarious I tell ya."

Ashton took in his words and almost laughed silently to himself. He wondered if that's what he liked about her—her resistance and fearless nature.

"She's great, " he mumbled more to himself with a wide grin taking over his face as his mind ventured through constant thoughts about her.

Shawn, although more the six metres away, heard Ashton and grinned himself.

"Good luck man, I bet her pussy will be worth the chase though," Shawn winked.

In a short second, the ball came flying his way and he was instantly hit in the balls. He fell back to the ground in pain, clutching his crotch area with his hands as he groaned aloud.

Ashton was all but amused. He made his way over to where Shawn's sweaty body was spread out all over the grass and shot him a deadly glare.

He yanked the ball from the ground, "Next time you say a word about her you'll be kicked off the team."

After all, Ashton was the captain and he was sure if he really did want Shawn off the team, he could very well make it happen.

Shawn just sent Ashton a pained and forced smirk, "Possessive huh? You go catch your girl!"

Ashton rolled his eyes at his friend's false supportiveness and gave him the middle finger before turning and walking away.

But the more he thought about what Shawn said, the more he realised just how hard it might actually be to 'catch' Betsy.

Yet luckily for Ashton, he kind of liked the chase.