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Chapter 1: The Game

George POV

How do I even start with this.. I'm basically, no one. No- I mean I am George Davidson, I am someone, but at school? I don't even know. I'm not a loner, I do have friends. But I'm not at the top of my class like Karl, not a club president like Luke, and not a football player like Nick. I was just, there. Trying my best to survive school, just a normal person, I guess? I'm just, not interested with that kind of stuff. I'm a college student here at Lilac, I'm studying engineering. Look, engineering is actually quite difficult but even though I'm a lazy one I want a good future alright? I want to get a decent job when I finally finish college.

I know, you probably think I'm boring but maybe I haven't found my interest yet, or I just basically don't give a fuck about stuff like that. But, you know Nick's a football player right? He invited me to watch him play but, I didn't technically watch HIM. I watched the game, but my eyes was set on this one guy called Clay. There's really something about him that's been haunting me since Nick invited me to watch his play and, he's been in my mind since last week I watched him play. You know what's crazy? We both study engineering. But that guy's probably so much better at me with math. I hate math but I chose engineering, I know it's such a dumb choice but I'm trying and it's actually working.

I know I'm a confident person and all without all the playing football and participating in clubs of course, but I really have no idea on how I'll approach that man. One, I'd probably say something REALLYY stupid. Two, I shut people out and be mean especially when I like them. Don't judge, that's how I show I like someone. Three, he's definitely out of my league. Imagine me, no one. Like, I just study and that's all I do here. My grades are average, I don't have any drama with anyone, I'm not popular, and I don't participate in anything. I'm just some normal student here that no one talks about, unlike him. He's a smart, rich, talented, athletic student. He's like an 11 out of 10 and I'm here, a solid 3 out of 10. He's probably going to be made fun of if we got together, and what if he's straight? Then there's like negative chances we would be together, and maybe even talk. So why should I even bother? Right..?

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Well, Nick invited me to watch him play again. How could I even refuse? Clay's gonna be there, I can watch him play again. It won't hurt so I accepted Nick's invite. Karl and Luke wouldn't be there because they're too busy with their grades and club shit. I'm so lucky I don't have to worry about that stuff.

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I went and sat on the middle bleachers, he immediately caught my eye. Just seeing him got my heartbeat racing, maybe even faster than when they run around in that field playing football.

Anyways, just look at that. He was wearings his white and green uniform, it sure does fit him well. Damn, the way he parts his hair really gets me. Like, can someone film that or something? If only I can just rewind.

The game starts and my eyes never left him. It's good watching him play again but I hate these girls behind my back who kept on screaming "GO CLAY", like okay? The both of you might damage my ear drums first before Clay even notices you, calm down.

It's been thirty minutes and they were still playing, and yes you guessed right. I'm still looking at Clay and the two girls haven't stopped screaming. Are they barbarians in their past life or something? I look behind me for a bit and they're really busy waving a big ass tarpaulin of the team's flag with Clay's face on it. I look back and looked for Clay. Hold on, did he just look at me? No, way. That must be a mistake, I'm pretty sure.

Everytime he scores a goal, a smile on my face appears. And look, he did it again. I was clapping silently and then he looks at me again? What? He's probably looking at these noisy ass girls behind me. I look at the girls and they are convinced he looked at them. They started screaming so much louder, I swear they're gonna break my ear drums. I looked back and Clay was laughing at me? Or at the girls? I don't know alright! But then he winked, and I knew it. I know it was for me. He could've look above my head but he didn't. What was that Clay? What the actual fuck???