AUTHOR: Jess
March 11th, 2014 – Sports Captains
Once the last packet of paperwork was reviewed and signed, Arthur relaxed into his chair and closed his eyes. The amount of work this bloody fundraiser had given him had been hell, especially since he barely had any time to complete it. Since this was a fundraiser the sports department had organized, and Arthur was a part of it, Antonio had forced him to participate in the planning despite the amount of work they both knew was waiting for him. Any death threats Arthur made towards his co-captain had been cheerfully ignored as he and Antonio spent an entire two weeks planning things out with the other sports captains, and another two weeks preparing the booths the football team would be in charge of.
Adding the fact Arthur had paperwork for everything that happened during the past month- fro m the number of booths and to what they were selling or doing, to the number of injuries and complaints about how certain sports teams were being treated better than others - and his vice-president was never around when he needed him, Arthur was downright tired. He felt like sleeping for an entire year, and he possibly could by the way he was nodding off in his chair, but who knows what would happen if he wasn't at the fundraiser tomorrow to check that everything went well?
With a sigh Arthur reopened his eyes, collected all the papers in a folder, and placed them in a drawer. He would turn them in to the administration tomorrow morning, when he had the energy to do so. He idly searched for his backpack and found it leaning against the desk, right where he left it. Once it was around his shoulder, Arthur left the Student Council Room and made his way to the dorms.
Halfway through the hallway he remembered he had forgotten his key in the locker rooms. He would have groaned had he had the energy for it.
The locker rooms weren't that far from the Student Council Room - in fact, it had only taken him about five minutes to reach them. Arthur quickly entered them, located his locker and placed in the combination. His keys were inside of his gym bag, which he easily found since it was the only thing inside. He shoved his keys inside his pocket and closed his locker.
That was when he noticed the sounds coming from the gymnasium.
Normally he would've ignored whoever was inside, but as it was officially past the time anyone should be on campus, he was obligated to tell whomever it was to get their ass back to the dorms before Arthur reported them to the administration. As he opened the door to the gym, a basketball came straight towards him. Arthur instinctively caught it under his foot and stared at it blankly.
"Sorry 'bout that! You mind throwing it back?"
Arthur suppressed a groan. Of course he had to run into Alfred F. Jones of all people. The basketball team captain was the reason for many of his headaches lately, and it wasn't just because they shared a room. "Jones, what are you doing?"
"My team hasn't been able to practice properly 'cause of all the fundraising stuff," Alfred said as he pushed back the sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. " So I'm just putting in some extra practice."
"It's against school policy to be on campus so late."
"No harm done, I was almost done." Alfred rolled his eyes. "Mind giving me my ball back?"
Arthur gave him a stony look that quickly morphed into a mischievous one. He dropped his backpack onto the floor and took a few steps back. A look of horror dawned on Alfred's face as Arthur ran forward and kicked the ball straight towards him, barely missing his head by a few centimeters and hitting the wall behind him with a loud bang.
Arthur made a noise of disappointment. "Damn, I missed."
Alfred spluttered for a few moments before finally managing to scream something coherent. "Were you aiming for my head you asshole?!"
"Not at all." Arthur shrugged and picked up his backpack. "I was aiming for something lower, but, as I said, I missed."
"You son of a-"
"There's no vulgar language allowed on school premises, Jones," Arthur teased as he turned away and began making his way back to the locker rooms. "If I don't see you back in our room immediately, I'll have no choice but to report you."
"You know, it's things like this that make me wonder why I like you," Alfred grumbled loud enough for Arthur to hear. Arthur instantly stopped in his tracks and turned around so fast his backpack slammed into his hip.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," Alfred sighed and went over to where the basketball had rolled over. "It's just a joke, Kirkland. Look, I'll be there in a minute okay? Or do you not trust me enough that you're gonna stand there watching my every move?" He winked. "Not that I mind-"
"Five minutes or else, Jones." Arthur warned as he closed the gymnasium door. Once closed, he pressed his back to the metal door and brought a hand up to his face to cover up the redness. He absolutely loathed Alfred's new way of getting under his skin. The teasing and borderline - no, they were way passed borderline and they both knew it - flirtatious comments. The worst part of it all was that they worked every single time Alfred used them, much to Arthur's chagrin.
He exited the locker rooms without Alfred, with the decision of visiting his co-captain's room. He'd rather discuss tomorrow's schedule and workload than be stuck in a room with Alfred longer than he had to be, especially with the way his thoughts were at the moment.
With the way things were going, he was going to begin to actually like the basketball captain.
