AYANNA'S POV:

As i walk up Bryson's stairs and up to his front door and i take a deep breath before knocking. School ended a couple hours ago, so practice should be done and he should be home. Hopefully.

Maggie opens the door and stares at me in shock.

"Uh, Aya, what are you doing here?" She asks and i grin at her and she looks even more surprised.

"I'm here to see Bryson and apologize for the way i have been acting," I explain and, not even sure how it's possible, but she looks even MORE surprised.

"Wh--," she begins but i shake my head and step into the house.

"I really don't have time to answer that, sorry, but this is really ergent," I say and Maggie points up the stairs to his room and i jog past her.

I take the stairs two at a time and don't even knock on his door, i just step into the room. Bryson looks over at me in surprise and i smile.

"Hey,"

"Um, hi," he answer cautiously and takes a hesitant step towards me.

"Look, i came here to tell you how sorry i am. I know what you saw on that stupid slide show hurt you, and i don't even know what came over me to kiss that guy, but i was hurting because of your betrayle and i just wanted it to stop hurting. So, i did it and i do regret it, but i wanted you to know that i am really really sorry. I am also sorry i didn't give you the chance to explain what you and Jake were doing and why you did it," I begin to explain and Bryson sits down on his bed with a sigh.

I bite my lip and look at him form under my lashes.

"Bryson... I know that i am really hard to be with. I know that. But if you could find it in you, i still really really like you and i want to get back together,"I continue and he stares at me.

"Aya... Where were you today?" He asks and i furrow my brows in confusion.

"I left because i couldn't be at the school any longer, so i left and i talked to someone and he made me realize how much i still like you and that i do forgive you for betraying me," I explain and he nods.

"Aya... I know this is really off subject, but Coach is really pissed at you," Bryson says and i step towards him. He stands up from the bed and moves away from me.

I try to stop my face from scrunching up in pain, but i can't help it. I purse my lips and look at the ground. Bryson sighs and slowly walks towards me.

"I...I'm sorry... It's just.." he starts, but can't finish and i nod and look away from him.

"I didn't realize how much i had hurt you. Or, i guess i just misunderstood your feelings for me," I whisper and stumble back a couple steps before turning and rushing out of the room. I am almost all the way down the stairs when Bryson calls my name and i stop.

"It's not that. You didn't misunderstand my feelings for you, i promise. I'm.... I'm just trying to process what's going on," he says, but i don't turn around.

I hear him come down the stairs and he touches my shoulders and turns me around. He tilts my chin up until i have to meet his eyes and he smiles at me and my heart melts all over again.

"That's all i've been wanting to do for the past week is get back together with you, but i was giving you time to forgive me before i really tried to win you back. But i'm just really worried about your football playing. Coach heard about that drug thing and even though i know that you didn't deal drugs, he's not to sure. I really tried to convince him, but he won't change his mind," Bryson explains and i bite my lip again.

"What in the... It's not enough to ruin my life, but she has to ruin football for me too?" I snap and clench my fists. Sometimes, well no, all the time i really hate Sharon.

"She can't ruin anything if you don't let her," Bryson says and i roll my eyes.

"It's not that easy. Look at how easy she ruined Caleb, and how quickly she ruined my reputation," I mutter and Bryson grabs my hand pulls me gently up the stairs.

"Why are you we goiing back up the stairs?" I ask stupidly and he grins at me.

"So, we can make up properly," he says and my heart stutters. I immediatly start blushing and he laughs at me.

As soon as we reach his room he pulls me to his chest and shuts the door with his foot. He kisses the top of my head and i close my eyes. He then goes and kisses my eye lids, my cheeks, my ear, my nose and finally my mouth.

He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. I stare into his beautiful brown eyes and he smiles softly at me.

"I missed you so much," he whispers and picks me up. He spins me around in circles until i start laughing and sits down on the bed with me on his lap.

"I missed you too," I whisper back.

"We will figure everything else out later. Right now i am just glad to have you in my arms," he says and my insides warm.

We start kissing again and soon we are lying on the bed and both breathing heavily from kissing so much. This time i pull back and pull in a deep breath.

"wow, if this is going to happen every time we fight, we should get into more fights," I say breathlessly and he nods slightly.

"I couldn't agree with you more," he mumbles. I lean my head against his chest and breath in his amazing smell.

"Are you smelling me?" Bryson asks and i glance up at him to see his amused glance.

"Maybe,"

"Creep,"

"You love it,"

"Maybe,"

He leans into me and presses his lips to my ear and i shiver from the contact. I feel him smile and then he kisses me again and again. We are really getting into it when he rolls us over, in order for him to be on top of me, and we both tumble off the bed and onto the ground.

We hit the ground with a loud thump and i groan, but Bryson starts laughing which has me laughing also.

"Are you guys ok?" Maggie calls from outside the door and i shove Bryson off me before going over to the door and opening it.

Maggie looks at me with eyebows raised and i give her an innocent look.

"Bryson tripped," I answer and Maggie gives me a look.

"I am not be experianced, but i'm not stupid," she replies with a sly grin before turning and walking away.

Bryson hops up off the ground and grins at me.

"Well, that was fun," he says and i flop down on the bed.

"I should probably go and talk to Coach," I say after a little while.

Bryson squeezes my hand gently and i turn my head to look at him.

"What should i tell him in order for him to believe me?" I ask.

"The truth?!" Bryson suggests and i playfully hit his arm.

"That's the stupidest thing i have ever heard. When does telling someone the truth ever work out?" I ask and Bryosn shrugs.

"Might work though,"'

"Yeah, i guess it could," I reply.

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A couple hours later i am at my house in my room and calling Coach on his cell. I take a deep breath when he answers before i tell him who it is.

"It's Aya," I say and there is silence on the other end. "I am just calling to make sure that you are not angry at me for missing practice today and also to say that whatever you heard about my so called drug problem, is not true," I explain.

"I don't know what to tell you, Jones. I only know what i heard and that's that you had a drug problem at the last school you went to and i can't have those kind of players on my team," Coach states and i close my eyes.

"I know you can't, but Coach, i swear i don't and didn't have a drug problem. I swear. Please, please don't kick me off team," I plead and there is silence again.

"I'll have to think about it,"

"Please, Coach," I say quietly and he heaves a sigh.

"I said i'll think about it. I'll tell you my choice tomorrrow," he says and hangs up.

Everything had gone fine today after i talked to Tyrell, but it's all worth nothing if am kicked off the team.

HEY HEY HEY, THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING. I KNOW I KNOW, SHORT CHAPTER AND I'M REALLY SORRY GUY. BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS HITTING ME. SO THINGS ARE GOING TO BE A LITTLE SLOWER FOR A LITTLE BIT. BUT I HAD BRYSON AND AYA'S GETTING BACK TOGETHER IN HERE SO, THAT'S BETTER RIGHT?

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-becka