All of form K had their hands on a glass cup being moved around a table with letters around them.

"Yo! What's going down my N-word!" Fraser burst through the door.

"Fraser you've ruined it!" Alfie yelled.

"What the Harry Hilt? Are you-"

"Conducting a seance yes. It's called interactive learning." Alfie replied.

"Well, hold your Ouija boards because today is the biggest day in the schools sporting calendar. It's the big footie match against Middleton House."

"Really here?" Chantelle asked and adjusted her shirt show her cleavage more.

"Yes, but they are a little sensitive this year, after sixteen of their computers were stolen."

"Seventeen actually" Mitchell muttered and rubbed his neck, only RemDogg and I heard.

"I thought it was eighteen?" I whispered. Mitchell shook his head and we focused back on the conversation

"Why does everyone think I was bullied?" Alfie asked.

"Your girlie run" Mitchell replied

"the way you throw" Stephen added.

"Your Facebook wall" Joe commented.

"The fact you were a virgin and still are today" I finished.

"I wasn't bullied!"

"Come on Alf! We've got this in the bag! We're unbeatable this season." Alfie finally agreed to coach the football team.

"Right, pack this up"

"But Sir!" I complained.

"What?" He asked.

"You said we were going to talk to Hitler!" Mitchell finished.

"Well he's not going anywhere." Alfie replied.

~~

"Yo sup team. This sesh is all about you getting to know your new gaffer, yeah. The boss man. The special one" Alfie began.

"Special is right" I laughed.

"Why are you calling us team?" Joe asked.

"'Cause you're my guys, right? And I thought this match would be a great opportunity for you to get involved in the big game." Alfie replied.

"What happened to the actual football team?" I asked.

"Nothing"

"I can't believe you were ostracised by the entire first team." Joe added.

"Ostracised? Ooh, my name's Joe and I use long words" Alfie replied in a mocking voice.

"Hang on! Ain't there a second team?" Mitchell asked.

"Yeah"

"Look, sometimes it's good to have a little re-jig of the team." Alfie explained. "I mean, look at... the sugababes."

"You know Jack shit about football" Mitchell said.

"Well, Mitchell is you came to my bedroom, there's a certain Goonersaurus duvet that would beg to differ" Alfie replied.

"Did you just invite a fifteen year old to your bedroom?" I asked making a disgusted face.

"I'll play!" Chantelle interrupted. "Great you'll play!" Alfie said and put her name on the board, then she said something about breaking a super injunction and he wiped it right off.

He then tried to convince Jing, but she said that she wouldn't in a million years.

Stephen then said the he was good at football. But Alfie refused to believe him. "Same! I'm quite good, I'll play" I added. "Don't you be silly either." Alfie replied.

"Oh, but you were going to let Chantelle play? Dickhead." I retorted.

"Look, the only reason you want us to play this dumb game is so you can get back at your old school for bullying you" Mitchell added.

"Why does everyone assume I'd be a victim of bullying?" Alfie replied.

"And 3,2,1." I counted down until they heard Frank Grayson coming through the door.

"Oi, dickwad!"

"Hello, Grayson." He greeted cowardly.

"What's my position?"

"You want to play?"

"I'll play for this team alright, Downton. But only because I want to hospitalise some toffs. This doesn't mean we're mates and I still think your a piece!" Grayson spat.

"Great, but I thought you weren't allowed to play?" Alfie replied.

"Well, I'm back now innit, I've served my ban"

"what for?" He asked. "Off the ball incident" Grayson replied.

"What was it? Two footed tackle?" Alfie asked.

"Nope, arson!" I added, not looking up from my book on the table.

"Right." Alfie gulped. "See! I think I've found myself a skipper. So who wants to join the revolution with me and my buddy Frank?" Alfie asked putting his arm around Grayson.

"You call me that again and I'll fire bomb your shed." Grayson threatened as Alfie removed his arm. Mitchell and I looked at each other to say "what the fuck?"

"Me and my colleague here, Mr Grayson"

"We're going to get dicked on!" RemDogg spoke. "No one?" He sighed. Me and Stephen raised our hands but Alfie ignored them.

"What do I have to do to make you play?" He asked. Me, Mitchell and RemDogg shared a look saying that we had an idea.

~~

RemDogg called Alfie's phone and he declined to hear a voicemail saying:

Hi, you are through to Alfie Wickers. Sorry I can't take your call right now, but I'm busy cracking one out to loose women. No, not Vorderman or McLean. I'm (sighs) stuffing for McGiffin.

Everyone laughed.

"Alright, deal." Mitchell said.

"Right, time to hit the pitch. Let's see what you've got in your lockers." Alfie began.

"A flare gun and some porn" Mitchell spoke. "Not yours"

"A pack of fags and a switchbla-" I began .

"Or yours"

~~

The coach containing Middleton House students arrived at Abbey Grove and they began getting off.

"Out of my way Wickers thank you." Pickwell pushed past Alfie and Rosie. "Any idea why Pickwell's dressed as a tranny today?" Alfie asked. "Shes job hunting, but I think she's gonna a little too far with the makeup, and the suit" Rosie replied. "And her dick" He added.

As they got off one of the student pushed another over and they laughed and said "what a Wickers"

~~

"Well well we'll, if it isn't Alfie Wickers you spineless little tag nut!" The head master of Middleton House greeted. He was insulting him left right and centre. Katie was eavesdropping along with Mitchell. Just as he was about to walk away, he smacked Alfie in the back of the head. Katie tried to walk over to him but Mitchell pulled her back.

"As much as I'd love to see you beat the shit out of him, he can sue" he laughed.

~~

Everyone was getting ready for the game, except for Stephen and Katie, who were in kit but were offside as subs.

The bench was full in the changing rooms so Grayson was standing up with Joe and Jing and Katie was sitting on Mitchell's lap.

"Look, it doesn't matter who they are or how much better they are than you. When you get out there, it's 10 against 10 and anything could happen." Alfie stood up. "You mean 11" Grayson corrected him. "Ugh, it's 11"

Alfie stood in goal as everyone else was ready to play. They began to play and Stephen began to no the splits. "Ouch" Fraser said from next to him.

"Hello there, are you from Abby Grove?" A boy, clearly from Middleton House greeted me.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I retorted.

"I just saw you from over there" he pointed to the group of Middleton House boys watching the game.

"And I thought you looked too gorgeous to be standing here. Why don't you stand with us?" He asked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Jonathan. Yours?"

"Your worst nightmare, so piss off. Jonathan" I mocked his name.

"Oh, come on don't be like that."

"Back off, she's practically taken" Stephen cut in.

"By you?" He laughed.

"No, by him" Stephen pointed to Mitchell who had stopped playing and was glaring daggers into the boy. "So watch out."

"You're not even pretty anyway" he spat and walked away.

"You okay?" Mitchell jogged quickly to us.

"Yeah, I'm fine, go play they need you!" I laughed and he went back.

"Why'd do you say that?" I asked Stephen. "Because, you love him, he clearly loves you."

"Whatever" I laughed and continued to watch the game.

Abby Grove didn't shoot a single goal. They were terrible.

It was finally half time and Alfie scratches his nails along the blackboard. And they all went quiet. "What?"

"What?"

"I dunno, I just looked like you were gonna say something for the second half?" Joe replied. "There's a second half?"

"Oh my days!"

"I knew that."

There was a knock on the door it's was Rosie. "Alfie a word?" And he left with her.

I took a deep breath "Mitchell, can I talk to you out there?" I asked.

"Okay."

"I know you can do this." I began, after we walked a bit away from the changing rooms.

"No we can't we're shit." He replied.

"Maybe you just need a little good luck"

"What do you me-" he began but I kissed him. It felt amazing, I had been wanting to do that since I moved to this school.

"There's your good luck" I laughed.

"Best luck I've ever had" he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Look-" Mitchell began.

"You don't have to say anything, I just felt like I had to do that. I'm sorry if I made things weird." I interrupted.

"No it's alright. We should go back though" he said and put his arm around my shoulders as we walked back to the changing rooms.

All we heard from Alfie was "this. Is. Sparta!" And everyone yelling. Mitchell went with them.

"RemDogg and Andre are injured." Stephen began.

"Can we play second half Alfie?" I asked.

"Alright, you can play." He agreed and high fived us both.

"This is the ball, okay? Mitchell will pass you the ball then you kick it straight to Grayson okay?" Alfie explained to Stephen like he was 3 years old.

The whistle went and Mitchell passed the ball to Stephen and he took off with it. He then passed it to me and I ran along side of him and dodged a few Middleton players, and scored the first goal.

We all celebrated. Mitchell ran straight to me and picked me up by my waist and spun me around.

The whole game Stephen and I were scoring all the goals.

After one goal Stephen did a little gymnast move and laughed.

I even did a back hand spring to kick the ball and it got into the goal.

Then the head master got into the game. He was pushing all of them over I tried to get the ball off of him but he pushed me to the ground.

He then fell to the floor shouting "gout!"

"Are you okay?" Mitchell ran to me.

"I'm fine, stop asking me" I laughed. He went to help me up but when he took my hand I hissed a little in slight pain so he took the other hand and helped me up.

"I just fell awkwardly." I added. He took my hand in his and kissed it.

The head of Middleton House was in a stretcher after the ambulance had picked him up.

"Wickers, I know I've been harsh boy. But it was only because I wanted the best for you." Humpage said from the stretcher.

"You finally got what you deserved you pig!" Rosie spat.

"Steady on" Alfie added.

Somehow, Miss Gulliver thought that Alfie was raped by that Humpage dude.

"Miss, why did you think he raped Alfie?" I asked.

"He said something went on in the second year."

"Yeah, I quit his sport team." Alfie corrected.

"What sport are we talking about?" Joe asked.

"Weightlifting"

"Irish dancing" Humpage corrected. We all laughed and pointed.

"You could've gone pro! When you turned your back on dancing, it tore me up inside" he cried. "Do it for me Alfie, before I go. Just one more time?"

"Yeah, go on Alfie." Joe commented.

"I can't wait to see this." Grayson muttered.

"No wonder Niall is your favourite!" I gasped, jokingly.

"I haven't warmed up, I might pull something. And yes sort of, I always thought that if I meet him one day I could dance with him but that's beside the point!" Alfie replied to everyone.

"Please, Alfie?" Humpage asked. He finally gave in and did his Irish dance.

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"That's it really. I don't know why I gave it up." Alfie said when he'd finished.

"Gay!" Mitchell and I yelled in unison and laughed.

"Oh, that's the reason."

"It was good, but I lacked a little panache. Let's go again." Humpage commented.

"And that's the second reason."

The referee blew his whistle "match abandoned. It's a draw!"

Everyone cheered and Mitchell picked me up by my waist again and spun me around. but I admit my arm did hurt when he did it, seeing as Humpage pushed me.

"Ouch" I said.

"Oh, sorry. You okay?" Mitchell asked really worriedly.

"Yes, I'm fine!" I laughed. "It's just sore."

We all laughed and cheered. We then celebrated after with some music in Alfie's classroom, obviously One Direction after that performance.

"Can we watch the music video to this one?" Chantelle asked. "Alright"

He brought up the projectors and turned it on. We all danced and laughed. It was so fun. When it had finished Mitchell yelled and pointed at Alfie.

"Sir's got a boner!" With a goofy laugh.

"Mitchell! No I don't!"

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