QUARTERBACK'S POV:

I should tell her who i am and why i started talking to her in the first place. But if i do then a lot of things could go drastically wrong and a certain someone would be a really pissed if i told her.

The certain someone wouild probably blame me if Aya go angry at him, which she would if i told her why i started talking to her. But in reality it would be his fualt if or when she gets angry. It's not my fault.

I get a message and look at my computer to see that, speak of the devil, the certain person wants to talk to me right now.

'What did you tell her?' He wants to know and i sigh.

'Nothing... She wants to know who i am, but i haven't told her anything... yet,' i explain.

'You better not crack and tell her anything. We olny started doing this so i could get some leverage on her, but i don't want to do it anymore. So, i don't see why you are still talking to her under the 'Quarterback' namee," he replies.

I don't know why i am either. At first it was because i was doing what the certain person wanted me to do and i had no problem doing it either, and when he said he thought we should stop i kept talking to her, without him knowing, to see why he wanted to stop, and now i have no idea why i am still talking to her under the chatting thing.

'I won't tell her anything because if she ever found out what you and i were doing in the beginning, she would freak out. And i wouldn't blame her one bit," I explain and it's the truth.

What we were doing in the beginning was total dick moves and if Aya were to ever find out she would have every right to be pissed and hurt.

'I know... I wouldn't blame her for being pissed either,' he types back...

AYANNA'S POV:

The next day we have practice right after school and i sigh. I have to talk to Coach today. I have to talk to him to allow me to actually play in the varsity game tomorrow. I know, i can't decide f it's lame that we have a game then one practice then another game, but oh well.

He put me on varsity for a reason and i want to play so badly. It's not fair to me if i just sit on the bench the entire game.

"Go get'em tiger," Max says and grins.

"He's going to laugh in my face,"I whine and Max rolls his eyes at me.

"Be a man, Jones,"

"But i'm a girl," I reply.

"semantics," Max says with another exaggerated eye roll.

"don't roll your eyes at me!"I say with a grin.

"Anything you say, O great one. I live only to pelse you," Max says in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't be a smart alack. It isn't very attractice on you,"I say with a smirrk.

"You're one to talk. You are like the queen of sarcasticness,"

"Is sarcasticness even a word?" I ask him and he thinks about it for a while.

"I...I think so," he replies and shrugs. "But who knows? Not me," he continues.

"Hey! Why are you procrastinating, Aya?! Go talk to Coach,"Bryson says as he walks over to us and hears the last part of our conversation.

"I was going to go oer there in a few seconds," I lie and Bryson rolls his eyes at me.

"Sure you were, but it doesn't matter because you are going to go over there right now," Bryson states and lightly pushes me in the right direction.

I scowl at him before squaring my shoulders and walking over to Coach.

I can do this. It's a really simple sentanceand i need to be brave and do this.

Coach looks at me when i stand in front of him and grins at me.

"Jones, just the person i wanted to see," he says andd i stare at him in shock.

"I am?"

"Yes, i wanted to talk to you about tomorrow's game,"

"You do?"I ask in complete and utter shock.

"Course. I think it's time for you to start in a varsity game. So, tomorrow is a home game and i thought t would be the perfect time for you to start," Coach explains.

"Whose spot would i be taking?" I ask. It is a pretty stupid question, but i am still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that he is letting me start a game.

"Bryson's... You are a quarterback and Bryson is the only other varsity quarterback on this team,"Coach says and almost looks worried about me. Almost....

I start grinning and try to hid the fact that i want to start jumping and screeching like a girl.

"Thank you, sir. I mean, thank you, Coach. You don't understand how much this means to me... Thank you thank you thank you,"

I run back over to Max and Bryson and that's when i can't hold it in any longer and start jumping and screeching happily like a girl.

At first both Max and Bryson look confused, but soon catch on.

"So, i take it the talk went well?" Max asks and i grab his arm to make him start jumping with me, which he reluctently does.

"Are you kidding? It went fantastically amazing," I practically shout.

"What did you say to him?" Bryson aks and i grab his arms and make him jump with me too.

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?" Both huys ask and lookd confused again.

"Yeah. Nothing! I walked over there and he said he watned to talk to me about tomorrow's game. Then he said he thought it was about time i started in a varsity game. So, i am going to start tomorrow," I explain and Bryson looks impressed.

"Hey! Girls! Get over here and practice would you?" Coach yells from the field.

I grin, Bryson laughs, and Max has some smart alack comment ready like usual.

"You could have just said you missed my beautiful face, Coach. You didn't need to make an excuse," Max yells back at Coach and Coach shakes his head.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days,"Coach says.

"Ah, ah, ah. My BEAUTIFUL mouth,'' Max replies and Coach throws his hands up in the air in defeat.

"You really like to back talk Coach. It's a good thing he puts up with you,"Bryson says with a grin and Max smirks.

"It's my stuning good looks," Max brags and i shove him before rnning onto the field with Bryson right beside me.

Max shoves me back when he catches up to us, but we are right by Coach and he sees Max shove me.

"You would really shove a girl in front of me?" Coach asks with raised eyebrows and an amused expression on his face.

"But... But," Max starts to say.

"No! I know what i saw, Max,"Coach says jokingly and i grin andd stick my tongue out at MAx.

Max scowls at me and gives Coach the puppy dog face.

"Don't give me those puupy dog looks of yours, Max. Now, let's get some practice done," Coach says and we get down to football business.

~~~~

When i get home i run into the kitchen where my mom and dad are busy cooking dinner.

"Guess what, guess what, guess what?!" I shout and they both look at me in surprise.

"What?" Dad asks annd i grin so wid emy cheeks hurt.

"Tomorrow at the game i am starting on varsity," I explain and my parents both look extatic.

"Really?! I am so proud of you," Mom cries and Dad scoops me up in a hug.

"Thanks guys," I say with another wide grin.

After dinner i head upstairs to my room and watch TV for a little bit. Soon my parents go to bed and i feel my eyes start to droop shut. I fall asleep soon after that, but sm jolted awake when i hear something tapping on my window.

I open my eyes and slowly look towards the window. I see a shape outside that ap[ears to be hanging onto the tree that leans up agianst the house.

I watch as the shape reaches out and taps on my window again. I stand up and cautiously step towards it. The person taps my window again.

I step up to the window and open it.

"About time," bRyson says and i stare at him in shock.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and i can tell he grins even though i can't see him very well in the dark.

"Came here to see you obviously,' he says.

"AT eleven pm?"I ask.

"We can talk all you want, but can i first come in. It's freezing out here," he answers and i move out of the way so he can jump into the room.

He carefully stands on the tree limb and looks like he would have made it if he had jumped, but his foot slipped and he starts falling.

His etes widen as he loses his balance and he falls off the tree and hits the ground two stories down.

Oh....My....

I rush down the stairs and out of the house. I sprint over to Bryson's still form lying on the ground. I touch his chest and face and he groans while beckoning me to listen to him. I lean forward so i can hear what he's trying to say.

"What? Are you ok? You don't look good,"I worrry and feel tears prick my eyes.

As soon as my face gets close enough to his he pulls me close to his body and his lips crash into mine. After a couple minutes i pull away and smack his chest lightly.

"I thought you were seriously hurt, you idiot,"I complain and he grimaces.

"I am in pain, but i've been wanting to kiss you since practice," he explains and i grin.

"You are a complete idiot, but you're my idiot," I say and try to help him stand.

He groans and stops trying to get up.

"Let me just lay here for a second," he says pitifully.

"You should not have been trying to seak through my window especially in the dark,"I mutter and he grins slightly.

"I figured it was worth the risk," he replies.

A couple minutes later I finally get him standing up, but it takes a lot of muscle i don't have. Then i try to keep him quite as we climb the stairs andd we have to stop every few stairs because the pain becomes to much for him.

We finally make it to my room without waking my parents and Bryson fops down on my bed with a quiet groan of pain.

"You should go to a hospital," I say and sit down beside him.

"I'm ok," he lies and i scowl at him, but he just chuckles and pulls me back so that i am lying beside him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls the blankets over us both.

"You should go home,"I whisper, but i don't really mean it. It feels nice to have his arms around me. I don't hear his reply through because i fall asleep as soon as i close my eyes...

"What in the?! Ayanna Remy Jones, what have you done?!"Mom shouts at the top of her lungs.

I sit straight up and Bryson's arms fall off of me.

"Mom, it's not what you think,"I begin to say but she's not listening to me.

"I thought i taught you to be better than this," she rambles on.

"Mom..."

"Bryson sits up and gently squeezes my hand, but unfortunatly my mom sees this and glares at him with complete loathing.

"Get your hands off my daughter," she yells and shoves him out of the bed.

He hits the floor and groans in pain. I hop out of bed and rush over to him.

"Jeez, Mom, stop! We didn't do anything last night. He came over to talk and fell out of the tree, so i let hiim stay here. I promise all we did was sleep," I explain and help Bryson sit up. His face pinches in a pained look and Mom has the decency to look ashamed when she sees the pain he is in.

"You swear you didn't do anything?" She asks.

"Yes, Mom, ii swear. Now, can you help me get him on the bed?" I say and she quickly helps me. Bryson clenches his fists and i whisper sorry. When we get him on the bed i am almost worried that he really did break some bones, but after checking it out, he doesn't appear to have any.

"Bryson..." I begin to suggest the hospital again, but he starts shaking his head before i even finish the sentance.

"No, i'm fine. I don't needa hospital," he says and my mom looks skeptical.

"You are not even going to be able to make it to the game, Bry," I say.

"Yeah, i will,"

"No, you won't,"

"Yes, i will..."

And a few hours later he does. He carefully walks to his car and gets into the driver's side.

I hop into the passenger side and cast a worried glance at him.

"Stop worrying, Aya, i promise i'm fine," he says and takes my hand in his.

"You fell out of my tree and onto the ground two stories down. I think i have a right to worry about you,"I say and he grins.

"Yeah, it makes sense when you say it like that," he says with a laugh.

We get to the school and the Phillipsburg Prospectors are already here and in the locker room.

"You ready for this?" Bryson asks me and i shrug.

"I am pretty nervous,"I mumble and Bryson wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"You will do fine, i know you will," he says.

"How do you know? Even if i do crap, you can't even wakl without limping, there is no way you would be able to play if i needed to be taken out,"

"Hey, you won't need to be taken out... I promise,"

~~~~~~

After Coach's pep talk we jog out onto the field and i feel like i am going to puke. I better not screw this up. Jake, Max, andd I shake hands with P-Burgs captains and the coin is tossed. P-Burg calls it, but we win the toss.

The team huddles and Coach talks to us and Bryson squeezes my hand. We run onto the field and get into position....

P-Burg kicks it off towards us and one of the guys from my team catches it and takes off down the field, but is pretty quickly tackled.

We get back into position with me behind Drew and i heave a sigh.

"24 red, 21 blue, hike," I yell and Drew hikes the ball to me. I catch it and throw a perfect spiral to one of the guys, but it is intercepted by the other team and the P-Burg guy takes off running for a touchdown.

I see Max try his hardest to catch the guy, but it's no use.... Touchdown P-Burg...I curse and we get back into position.

I yell hike and when i have the ball in my hands, i hand it off to my running back who in turn runs for a touchdown.

~~~

At half time the scores are 35-27 with us winning. We run into the locker rooms and Bryson slaps my back with a grin.

"Nice job out there, AYa," he says and Coach nods in my direction.

I have always liked football, but right here and right now is when i know that i was made to play football...

~~~~~

After our victory Bryson spins me around in a couple circles and i know he is feeling better even after falling out of my tree last night. He drives me home and kisses me good night before driving to his own house.

My parents give me hugs and congrats before i head upstairs to go to bed. It is already 9:00 and even if that makes me sound like an old lady, i really don't care. It has been a long day and i am ready for some sleep.

But when i get up to my room my computer is blinking and making noises, telling me someone sent me a chat message..

Huh.. i wonder if it's 'Quarterback'

Wheni check it, it does turn out to be 'Quarterback' but he's not online anymore. But he did leave me a message. I open it up and see a few words written...

'You wanted to know who i was... but the thing is, you don't understand what's going on. So, don't judge until we can talk face to face, ok? So, here goes nothing..... My name is Jake... Yeah, that Jake. Bryson's best friend..'

THANKS FOR READING!! DID YOU LIKE IT? I WAS REALLY BORED TODAY SO I FIGURED I WOULD UPDATE SOME MORE!! :) :) :) WHY DO YOU THINK JAKE STARTED TALKING TO AYA AS QUARTERBACK IN THE FIRST PLACE??????

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