36 School { 6 }

I walked out of the locker room and Ryan was already dressed, in his sports jersey.

Damn he was looking hot. I couldn't stop staring at him.

"Ready?" he asked, smirking.

"No tackling, please?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Then how are we supposed to play?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey!!! Get off, my chest hurt. Oh my god, the elephant is on top of me, AGAIN. Here, here, here, take the football, I GIVE UP! YOU KEEP ON TACKLING ME!" I said, getting up when he got off of me.

He chuckled. "I win!" he said, making a touchdown.

I stomped my feet, "I didn't even make a single touchdown and we played for about 2 hours and 45 minutes."

"Come on, play again. If I played like this against the other schools, we would lose. This is already easy mode."

"Easy my butt. This is hard mode; you are playing like your mad or something." I said.

"No, I would've been wearing my gears and pads then." he said.

"I give up and you win, ok? Happy?!" I asked.

"No, 1 more game, please?" he asked, holding my shoulders.

"No, I need to shower, I smell." I said.

"No you don't, you smell perfectly fine and you didn't even sweat because you didn't even do anything."

"I did, I chased you and tried to tackle you, I tried to tuck my football; I did everything." I said.

"Please, one more, please?" he said making puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes and gave up "Fine, but I thought you said that playing with me is like playing with nobody."

"Shut up." he said.

"Well, you did say that."

"Come on, play." he begged.

"Fine and I get the football first." I said.

"Ok," he started running to my side of the field, giving me a chance to run to his side. I started running, looking behind me as I ran.

Damn he is running fast!

I thought and starting to panic.

Before I knew it, I fell on my face, tripping over my feet. "Owww," I said weakly, just as Ryan appeared by my side.

He knelt next to me, laughing his head off. I rubbed my forehead, "Shut up, it hurts."

"Wow that was funny!"

I rolled over, closing my eye, still rubbing my forehead.

"Come on, let's finish the game." Ryan said, shaking my shoulder.

"I can't, you won already. You're gonna tackle me and I'm going to have more bruises. I have 7 bruises already." I said, opening my eye.

"Fine, let's make it super simple. Come." He said, holding out his hand.

I took his hand and got up. He made me stand 8 feet away from my touchdown line.

"Ok, if you could throw it pass the touchdown line, you win the whole game and if you don't, you lose." he said.

"Oh, I'm gonna win, watch me. I'm gonna win in front of your face." I said, smirking.

"Oh yeah, let's see you try." he said, smirking too.

I rolled my eyes. "Ready?" I asked.

He nodded.

"ARE YOU READY FOR MY SKILLS?" I exclaimed.

Ryan, smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I am going to prove to you that I am better at football than YOU!" I said.

Ryan smirked. I threw the football and threw it with all my might.

The next thing I know, the football landed right on my shoe.

Ryan bursted out laughing. I blushed until I think I can't get anymore red.

"Oh my god, that was hilarious!" Ryan said, rolling on the ground laughing.

I blushed thinking, I've never made someone laugh that hard at me before!!

Oh my god!! Its so embarrassing...

"Oh, let's go. I said this was the last game." I spoke as i started walking, still blushing.

Ryan ran up to me and touched my cheeks.

"Yep, you're really heated when you blush."

He said and laughed again.

I got fake angry with him.

"Stop!" I said, kicking him in the shin.

"That's ok, you're just not a football girl."

said Ryan and pulled me into a hug, hiding my blush.

I actually liked the hug. It was warm in a . . . weird way.

"Got to go." I said, pushing him away. I turned around, walking to the girls' shower room, still blushing.