AYANNA'S POV:

"You are a freaking b***, Ayanna!" Caleb yells at me when we are standing in the rain in the middle of the forest.

"Oh and you're so much better than i am?" I yell back at him.

"Yeah, i am! We both know that. Actually i'm pretty sure everbody knows that," he sneers and i clench my fists.

"You wanna know what? You are a freaking idiot! I can't believe you would believe someone as stupid as Sharon over me! And you wann know another thing?! You freaking suck at football. There i said it! So, go screw yourself," I scream and his eyes flash with anger and hatred.

"Oh i suck do i? Compared to you i am freaking Payton Manning! You are so bad i am suprised that you got on the football team let alone the varsity team. And maybe i will go screw myself because it has got to be better than screwing you. I guess i'll just have to ask half the gguys at our school and find out if it's true or not," he snaps and i glare at him.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. I guess for any of this fight scene to make sense i should tell you what happened from the beginnning starting on Friday's 5:00 P.M. practice...

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"Hey, Debbie Downer," Max says as he plops down next to me on the ground.

"I'm not really in the mood for this right now, Max," I snap, but i don't really mean it.

I mean, i am really pissed that i can't practice for 7 whole days! It may not seem like a lot to you, but football is my life and 7 days seems like eternity to me... It really irritates me that i can go to school and WATCH practice, but i can't play or even run....

"Ok, whatever you say, Depressed Daisey," he says and i scowl.

"Max..."

"Yes, Sad Sarah?" he sings.

Ï'm serious..."

Öh, i'm shaking in my boots, Blue Bailey,"

"you're not even wearing boots," i say with a laugh and he grins at me.

"Well, fine than. Be that way, Grumpy Gretchan,"

"MAX! Say one more thing and i will punch you in the face,"

"Oh, i am so scared. Please don't punch me in the face, Gloomy Gretta,"

"What did you just say?"

'"What?" Oh, i'm soo scared?"

"No... Not that one..."

"Please don't punch me in the face?"

"No... One more over,"I say and stand up. Max stands up too and starts backiing away from me.

"Gloomy Gretta," he says and takes off running while laughing. I follow him with a grin.

"you aren't supposed to be running," Max yells as he tries to outrun me.

"You should have thought of that before you starting callling me names," I reply and tackle him to the ground.

"I didn't mean it, i swear," he screams as i start tickeling.

"It's too late for your swearing, Max!" I say and continue to tickle him.

"Stop, stop, i give,"he says and tries to squirm out from under me.

"you two, what are you doing?" Coach asks as he walks over to us.

"Nothing," Max answers at thee same time i say, "he was callingg me names".

Coach chuckles while we act childish and scowl at each other.

"Sure blame the bllack guy," Max says with mock hurt and i practically am rolling on the ground with laughter.

"You're not black," I say and wipe the tears offf my face from laughing so hard.

"Says you! Maybe i pulled a Michael Jackson," Max says indignently.

"Enough, enough, you two. It's time for practice. Max go start warming up with the others and Jones, you are not supposed to be running,"Coach states.

Max runs off to the other guys and i sigh.

"It's unfair," I mutter.

"I know it is and i'm sorry this happened to you, Aya," coach says and i nod. Everybody is sorry this happened, but nobody could stop it from happening. Except for the one person who isn't sorry it happened... Caleb.....

I walk over and sit down beside the fence and some of the guys give me sympathetic smiles.

I finally proved that i was good enough to be on the team, or at least to some of them, and now i'm sidelines....

"Hey, you ok?" Bryson asks and jogs over to me.

"Sure,"I mutter and Bryson grins in pity.

"Karma is going to get him, Aya, i promise," Bryson says about Caleb.

"I doubt it," I mumble.

"He goes back to practice and i watch everybody laughing and having fun and then i see Caleb. He's hanging with his friends and they are laughing and making jokes like nothing ever happened to me....

Throughtout practice i glare at him, but he doesn't seem to notice. When the guys take a water break they all head my way because that's where the water bottles are.

"Thanks for filling up our water bottles, Jones," Bryson says as he takes a drink of his water.

"Yeah, thanks, Debbie Downer," Max says with a grin when i glare at him.

"Really? You're really going to go there?" I ask with raised eyebrows and he grins sheepishly.

"Naw, just messing with you, Jones," Max replies and jogs back onto the field. All the other guys finish up and follow after him.

I hear someone clearing their throat and i look over to see Caleb standing there.

"What?!"I snap and he scowls.

"My water bottle is empty, could you fill it up?"He has the nerve to ask and i feel like punchingg him in the face.

"I think nöt,"I reply and he practically growls at me in frusteration.

"Fine don't, slut," he snaps and i try to hide my hurt.

"Why are you acting like this?"I ask him quietly.

"Like what? This is my normal self," he sneers and i shake my head.

"No, no it's not. I know you," I whisper and he scowls at me.

"If you screw me over, you better be prepared for the whiplash," he says with an evil smirk on his face, before jogging back out.

I stare at the ground and feel tears prick my eyes. Sure, i only liked him as a friend, but it still hurts that he can think and say those things about me.

I really can't deal with this anymore, so i get up and slowly start to walk away with a few ters slipping down my cheeks. I hear Coach asking me where i'm going, but that doesn't stop me. It actually only makes me walk away faster.

ÄYa! Where are you going?" Max yells as he runs after me.

He quickly catches up to me and stops me by grabbing my arm.

"Please, stop, Aya. Where are you going? And what did that jerk say to you?" He asks while looking pissed at Caleb.

"I don't know where i'm going, just away from here. He was just being a jerk, like usual, i guess," I say and Max wipes my tears away.

'"It's ok. Just come back and prove to him that he can't hurt you," Max suggests amd i nod sadly.

"But he can and did hurt me,"I whisper and Max mutters a curse before squeezing my hand in comort.

"He's just one guy, he can't do anything to you unless you let it happen. Be brave and don't let that jerk push you around," he says and with that we walk back to the field.

When we get there Coach looks pissed adn worried, but doesn't yell at me or even say anything. He gives me a look, that basically says don't do it again or your dead, and turns back to coaching.

Soon after that, practice ends and everybody heads to the locker room. I grab Max's forgotten water bottle and wait for him to come out of the locker room. But to my surprise, Caleb comes out first and grabs my arm and starts tugging me away from the school and into the woods.

"What do you think you are doing?"I snap, but he just keeps pulling me farther into the trees.

When we finally stop, i rip my arm away form him and he rolls his eyes.

"I said, what do you...." I begin to say, but he waves his hand dismissevely at me.

"I heard what you said. We are gonig to talk about this," Caleb says and i raise my eyebrows.

"Oh really? I really don't feel like talking to you especailly after you purposefully let that 260 somethig guy tackle me and you didn't even try to stop him," I explain bitterly.

"Yes, really because even though i am still really really pissed at you for what you did to me, my friends talked me into giving you another chance," Caleb says and my eyes narrow as he finishes talking.

"you know hat, you don't get to be pissed at me becasue i didn't do anything wrong to you AND i don't need you to give me another chacne becasue you don't deserve me or my forgiveness," I yell at him and he looks surprised tthat i am standing up for myself.

"Why do you need to forgive me? I have every freakign right to be angry! You slept with someone else,"he snaps just as bitterly.

"I did not sleep with him in the way you think i did. All we did was SLEEP. And even if i did, we weren't together at the time. The only thing i did wrong was not like you enough," I snap back.

"You didn't like me at all," he yells.

"Yes, i did! I just thought that i would like you as more than a friends and when i found out that i didn't, i was afraid to tell you because i didn't want to hurt you," I explain and his gaze turns ice cold.

And just like that it starts pouring down rain. I cover my face with my hands and sigh. Could this get any worse?

"I didn't freaking need your protection! I liked you so much and then i learned that you first you slept with someone else and second that you didn't even like me," he sneers.

"You are acting like a dick! Get over it and actaully listen to what i am saying," I snap and my anger rises.

"You are a freaking b***, Ayanna!" Caleb yells at me.

"Oh and you're so much better than i am?" I yell back at him.

"Yeah, i am! We both know that. Actually i'm pretty sure everbody knows that," he sneers and i clench my fists.

"You wanna know what? You are a freaking idiot! I can't believe you would believe someone as stupid as Sharon over me! And you wann know another thing?! You freaking suck at football. There i said it! So, go screw yourself," I scream and his eyes flash with anger and hatred.

"Oh i suck do i? Compared to you, i am freaking Payton Manning! You are so bad i am suprised that you got on the football team let alone the varsity team. And maybe i will go screw myself because it has got to be better than screwing you. I guess i'll just have to ask half the gguys at our school and find out if it's true or not," he snaps and i glare at him.

"I can't believe you just said that," I whisper and feel my tear well up again. I am not a slut! I'm not! And he knows that....

"WEll, you better believe it because i just said it," Caleb says and storms off into the woods. I sit down in the mud and start really crying.

When did my life get so freaking screwed up? Over some boy? I look around and notice that i have no idea where i even am.

Great... Just freaking great.

I pull out my phone and check the time. Wow, we were out here for an hour yelling at each other.

I type in the numbers and press the phone to my ear.

"Hey, this is Max," he begins and i am about to reply when he continues with, "sorry i can't come to the phone right now. It might be because i lost my phone, or i didn't feel like talking to you, or i am going to the bathroom, or becasue i really just don't like you. But you can leave a message anyway"".

Frick... Now who in the heck do i call? I look at my phone and hesitate before calling him.

"Hello?" He answers.

"Bryson! Um, sorry to disturb you, but um, could you come and find me?"

"Um, yeah i guess i can, Jones. Where are you?"He asks and i sigh. This is where is gets complicated.

Ï don't exactly know... I am in the forest somewhere beside the school, but it's raining and i have no idea which way i am going,"I explain quietly and Bryson swears.

"Alright, i'll be right there,"he says and hangs up.

About 20 minutes later i see Bryson comes trudging through the forest calling my name.

"Here!" I shout and he looks over at me. He jogs over with a grin on his face.

"You look like someone who has been out in the rain for a while," he says sarcastically.

"No?! Really?!"I reply and helps me stand up.

"Come on, you must be freezing," he says and leads me out of the woods and into his car. He hops in on the other side and starts the heater.

"What were you doing out ther in the first place?" He asks and i shrug.

"I don't know," I lie and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Yes you do," he replies and i sigh.

"Caleb drug me out there after pratice so we could talk. He said that his friends talked him into giving me another chance," i say bitterly and Bryson raises his eyebrows.

"Give you another chance? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" He says and i shrug.

"Guess not. But then i got mad at him and we started yelling at each other and then he pointed out that i was a slut and that suck at football," I say and feel the tears well up again. I turn my face away from Bryson so he doesn't see them.

It's not the footbal comment that is making me like this becasue i know it's not true. Or i really hope it's not. It's the other one about me being a slut. I'm not a slut and i havn't even done IT with someone before, but it still hurts that Caleb thinks i am capable of doing something like that.

"Don't cry," Bryson says and pulls his car off to the side of the road.

"I'm not,"I blubber and feel his hands on my shoulders turning me around. I face him and he smiles slightly.

"You have a black face," he says and i know that my makeup has gone everywhere down my face.

"I'm sorry,"I say and start crying hysterically.

Bryson pulls me over the console and into his lap while trying to soothe me. "It's ok, don't cry. Hee's not worth it," he whispers.

"I know he isn't, but i can't believe he says those things about me,"I say and he wipes my tears off me face.

"Me either, but that just proves that he is not worth your tears," he says and hugs me to him. I lean my head on his chest and sigh.

"This sucks,"I reply and i feel him smile. I love his smile....

THANKS FOR READING! DID YOU LIKE IT? OK, SO IF YOU ACTUALLY ARE READING MY LITTLE END THINGS... WHO DO YOU WANT AYA TO END UP WITH?

TEAM CALEB? TEAM BRYSON? OR TEAM MAX?

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THANKS LOVELIES

-BECK