Pretty Boy

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They both obliged and followed after him.

"Hargrove, grab 7 of those mats and set them out into a square," the coach ordered him. He nodded and grabbed 7 of the blue foam pads and set them down in the desired shape.  Steve glared at him. Why did he have to face the consequences of Billy's actions? It wasn't fair.

Steve folded his arms across his chest and glared at Billy as he finished up. Billy stood up and glared right back at Steve. Steve didn't really want to fight Billy since he had been injured recently by the Mind Flayer, and it was pretty damn bad. Billy had nearly gotten stabbed straight through his heart. Thank God it was missed by a few centimeters.

Steve hated him, but not enough to wish death upon him. He wasn't even sure that he hated him at this point, he felt sorry for him than anything.

the coach cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

"Now, since some of you have trouble getting along," he shot a glance at Steve then Billy, "we're going to wrestle this out today."

Steve nodded. He knew that he would probably lose by a dramatic amount against Billy. Sure he had taken boxing before but they had different rules than wrestling.

"Harrington, Hargrove, get up here," the coach ordered the boys. Steve nodded and stepped into the makeshift ring. Billy rolled his eyes and also stepped onto the mats.

"Now, you two know the rules; no scratching hitting, bitting, or body slamming," the couch looked at the two to make sure they understood.

Steve nodded his head and Billy gave him a simple nod.

"Alright, fight."

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After a lot of illegal grabs and holds along with a bad punch in the face, Billy Hargrove won the fight. Billy had pinned Steve down and he tapped out, meaning he had forfeited his win.

Billy bent down low so that only Steve could hear him.

"Not much of a king now are you, pretty boy?"

Steve felt anger boil up inside of his chest. He felt like he could punch Billy. And that God-forsaken nickname. Pretty boy. It drove him insane, he absolutely hated it with a passion.

Steve shoved Billy off of him and stood up. He dusted off his shorts and pulled on his tank top so that it didn't stick to his sweaty skin. A purple bruise was forming on the right side of his jawline.

Billy chortled and looked at Steve as a predator would look at its prey.

"Fuck you, Hargrove," Steve spat at him. Billy's smug smirk dropped as he looked Steve dead in the eye.

"Hey, hey, break it up you two," the coach stepped in between the two boys and pointed his finger at Steve.

"If you two keep this whole act up, you're both going to get kicked from the team without a second thought, understood?"

"Yes sir," the two said at the same time.

Steve glared at Billy with only hatred in his eyes, and Billy glared right back and held his head high. He wasn't going to let the pretty boy get him kicked from the team.

If anything he wanted to get him kicked from the team. It would mean less competition and he wouldn't have to look at his dumb face every day of practice.

And with that, practice was over. The team went to the locker rooms to hit the showers. Steve waited and tried his best not to look over at Billy. Steve could feel his eyes burning into his back as he took off his shirt. He felt nervous around him since Billy was basically a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any second.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, " Steve said, directing it at Billy. Billy let out a simple laugh and slapped his back.

"Calm down, princess, " he replied, "you fought well out there today." He smirked smugly.

"Shut up, you literally punched me in the face and beat the shit out of me in front of our teammates!" Steve furrowed his eyebrows and turned around to face Billy.

His face was dangerously close to his. He could smell Billy's breath. Cigarettes and mint.

"How about you calm the fuck down before I hurt you again. Huh, princess?" Billy glanced down at Steve's chest where he had left bruises from their last fight. He looked back up into Steve's eyes.

"Shut up, Hargrove, " Steve replied and shoved Billy away from him. Billy chortled yet again and let out a sigh.

"This is going to be a fun school year, Harrington."