A/N: Heeeeyoo! I'm back! And ready to attack, with another College AU. It's a continuation, so I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Summary: Callum's making his move and returning Rayla's varsity jacket. But of course, that entails him going to the football game. Can the artist create a moment like his creative vision? Or perhaps he'll fall flat.

Whatever happens, Claudia will still be there to tease.

Word count: 4,458

Game On

Callum didn't hate football. He actually found it to be pretty interesting sometimes. The plays he had heard about on TV or from Soren, sounded really fun and cool. And he had seen some games before, but of course, all of this came from within the safety of his dorm. Callum didn't mind sports, but he did mind the crowds that surfaced with them. He would watch a game from the comfort of his bed rather than sit in the stands with hundreds of other rowdy and reckless fans.

But there he was, clad in his best tan jeans and long sleeved sweater, checking himself out in the mirror. He figured casual would be good, and comfortable too, as he knew it was a bit breezy out. The only question was if he should wear a jacket or not. The realization hit him as he looked in the reflection, noticing a particular maroon and gold coloured jacket, hung on the back of his computer chair. Callum gulped as he turned and picked up the varsity jacket.

His thumb dragged over the embroidered emblems of their College's crown as he pondered the idea. This simple medium sized varsity jacket was the whole reason he was even going to their school's football game. He turned it around and smiled at the name, Rayla. The girl that had been on the artist's mind for days. She had done something no one had ever done before: get him out of a creative block.

Of course, she had done much more than that too. Callum definitely enjoyed the night they spent together. It was short lived but different. A type of fun he had never had before. Rayla was an enigma to him. A football jock who was a fan go his art pieces? And Scottish too, he was wondering about that! All these questions, and his go to plan was to drop off her jacket before the game. He knew where to find her after all.

"Ugh, please tell me you're not about smell that," a voice came in. Callum shot his attention over to his now opened door and scoffed at the figure. She shot wore a knowing sly smirk, along with gothic mascara to back up her attitude. Her attire, a simple black leather jacket zipped up nearly all the way, and a pair of dark gray shorts and black stockings that ran down to her leather boots. She pulled a few strands of her purple highlighted hair it from her usual raven black, and scoffed at him. "If you are, my standards for you have will have lessened immensely."

"I was not!" he defended. "I was just thinking if I should wear it or not."

Claudia laughed as she leaned up against the frame. "Callum, you already did once. What's the big deal about doing it again?"

His face grew sheepish. "It's day time."

"Yes, it is."

"And well… people will see?"

"So?"

"Isn't that a whole thing?" Callum exclaimed, clearly fed up with his friend's slow uptake. When he was met with a confused look, he groaned. "Like, wearing a jock's varsity jacket? I don't know wanna bring that type of attention to Rayla." He frowned as he looked back down said jacket.

Claudia rolled her eyes. "If she didn't want that, then why did she give it you?"

"We were the only two around and it was cold and dark out," Callum explained.

Claudia frowned. "Then why didn't she take it back when she dropped you off?"

He recalled their conversation and blushed at how nice she was about it. She thought he looked really good in it. He realized he couldn't say that it loud, so he merely shrugged. "I… I just want to give this back to her, no problems."

Claudia sighed. "Then why couldn't you get Soren to do it? He's literally her captain. He sees her every practice." She crossed her arms. "I don't get why we need to show up early just to do this."

Callum shrugged once more as he turned back to his reflection. "I just think she'd like it back before the game. And besides, you and your dad always show up early to cheer for him anyways," he replied, firing back with a confident look, "How's this any different?"

His friend scowled. "It's different by two hours," she deadpanned.

Callum shook his head with a chuckle. "C'mon, I told you, you don't have to come."

Claudia's face lit up, startling him. "And miss out on the chance to meet the girl who got you to come to a football game and prank my brother?" She guffawed, exaggeratingly so—or not, Callum could never really tell—then dropped into a serious stare. "No way." She nodded her head over to the hallway, "Now let's bounce." She took her leave, bending down to the floor and picking up her helmet. "And you better not cry when you're on my bike!" she teased as she tucked the helmet under her arm.

Callum rolled his eyes as he followed after. He checked over his belongings in his messenger bag; wallet, keys, sketchbook, eraser, pens and pencils. He sped up his pace and caught up with Claudia as she walked out the boy's dormitory. A realization occured as which sparked a question. "Hey, I thought you knew Rayla?" he asked as they approached her motorcycle.

She shook her. "Nah, I've seen her at their practices. But she was one of those football friends Soren hung out with during team stuff. She's not really in his circle much. Or rather, my circle." She donned on her helmet and sat down on her bike. She glanced over and even with the tinted screen, Callum could feel her evil grin. She clicked her teeth and nodded over to the empty space behind her.

Wordlessly, Callum obeyed and climbed on. He felt like that this a bit of a warning not to prank her like he did Soren. The second she revved up the bike, he figured he was correct. Within seconds, they were out of the boy's dormitory and on the roads within the campus. The artist held on the with a fierce grip and silent prayer to any deity listening.

The second they came a to stop at the parking lot outside, Callum hopped off and stumbled his footing. He couldn't believe Claudia drove around on a death trap like that, and then upped the ante whenever he was onboard. All because the first time, he got off and vomited, now he was known as the guy who couldn't handle Claudia's bike. He rarely ever wanted to climb onto her bike, but he wanted to make good time today. Without waiting, Callum made a dash over to the entrance of the stadium, ignoring Claudia's call.

He rushed to the ticket booth and fumbled into his messenger bag for his ticket. The man at the booth impatiently tapped his fingers against the table as he eyed Callum with lazy eyes. Callum's face dropped as he realized he was missing his ticket. He shoved his hand in and rummaged around the bag, pushing aside his things with haste. How did he forget?

"Hey Callum?" Claudia's voice arrived. He quickly glanced up and saw her waved a pair of tickets in her hands. "I was trying to say, I have the tickets, remember?" She shook her head with a chuckle as she approached the booth. "Sorry 'bout him, it's his first game," she explained to the man as she handed them the tickets.

He shrugged in response and ripped them up, and handed them back to Claudia.

"Thank you!" she said as she grabbed Callum's back and pushed him inside. As soon as they entered the hall she sighed. "Jeez, I get you're excited but relax alright?"

Callum rolled his eyes as he took his ticket back from Claudia. "I'm in a hurry okay, I wanna make sure I can catch her before they start warm ups and everything!" He sped up his pace and recalled the path they had taken the night they were there. As he made the turn, he heard Claudia whistle and so he turned around.

"Yo, eager beaver, locker rooms are this way," she clicked her teeth as she jerked her thumb over the other direction.

Callum's eyes darted between her and the other direction and he nervously laughed. "Uhh, right, but—" he stopped. If he told her, then she would follow him, which would result in endless teasing. "I, washroom," he strained out.

Claudia's brow quirked.

"Just, go ahead! I'll catch up with you!" he waved her off as he backed away. She seemed to skeptically obey, as she slowly walked off with a confused look. As soon as Callum rounded the corner, he dashed up the stairs. This was it, this was his chance. He ran through the halls and smiled in delight as he found the section he wanted. He stopped right before the exit and took a deep breath. Quickly, he fumbled the jacket into his hands as he checked its pockets. Everything was in order. With a confident smile, he marched out the hallway and paused at the sight. An empty field and a coat of glimmering sunlight shining off the lime grass. It was a beautiful sight.

"Well, fancy meeting ya here," a Scottish voice chirped.

Callum turned to his right and chuckled at the white haired girl before him. She was leaned over in the same seat as last time, decked out in a pair of black ripped jeans with combat boots, with a turquoise flannel tied around her waist. She wore a black t-shirt with rolled up sleeves that said, Tired. Ironically enough, her expression seemed as eager as his. She patted the empty seat next to her and Callum happily sauntered over and sat down.

"Well, I thought you'd like this back," he held out the varsity jacket with a smile. "Y'know, since you have a game and all." He nodded over to the field.

Rayla chuckled as she took the jacket. "Thanks," she smiled. She held it for moment and stared at it with an arched brow. Lifting it close to her face, she took a whiff. "Did ya throw this in the wash?" she asked him.

He awkwardly shrugged and said, "Uhh, maybe." He laughed. "I just thought I owed you something for keeping me warm that night, so a little Downy freshness couldn't hurt."

Rayla snorted. "Thanks. I forget to wash this thing sometimes since I wear it so much."

Callum nodded. "Oh I could tell, why do you think I washed it?"

She scoffed and playful punched his arm. "Shut up!" she giggled. She then threw on her jacket and sighed in content as she hugged herself. "I missed the feel of it."

Callum smirked. "Sorry to keep you two away then."

"Nah," she dismissed, "I'm glad I was able to let someone else experience its warmness for a change."

He stared at her with a genuine smile. It was warm alright. But it was more so that the jacket felt like her instead. Callum liked it. It was soothing and soft. It reminded him of that night. "Well, thanks," he softly said.

She smirked. "No problem! If ya ever need a jacket again or bodyguard, ya know who to call!" she joked, nudging her elbow against his.

He laughed. "No, no, I meant for that night." Her brows raised. "Helping me with block was great. I finished the piece!" he proudly announced.

Rayla's face lit up. "Callum that's great!"

He nodded. "Yeah!" Her excited smile motivated him to keep going. He took a moment and nodded once again. "And uh, I want you to be the first to see it."

Her face flushed a bit as she stared at him in surprise. "M-Me?" she pointed to herself. It was a ridiculous gesture, but she was obviously surprised.

Callum chuckled and nodded once more.

"A-Are ya sure? I mean, I get if ya want to keep that whole thing private and—"

"Rayla," he interjected as he placed his hand on her shoulder, seizing her stammering. "I want you to see it. You first. Before I show it at this month's showcase," he smiled warmly at her. The two simultaneously noticed his hand on her shoulder, causing him to retract immediately. "I-I mean, you are a fan of my work and since you helped me, the least I could do is show you first!"

Rayla smiled back.

"S-So yeah!" He confidently nodded. "I think you'll really like it, and uh, maybe then…" he gulped. "I could sketch… you after?" he asked in a quieter voice. Rayla's brows raised once more. "I-I mean—I know I offered and you already said yes, it-it, doesn't have to be that urgent!" So much for that confidence. "I'm fine with you just wanting to hold off on that—"

"I'd love to," Rayla smiled.

Callum stopped his rambling and looked at her. "Really?"

"Yes, Callum, I'd love to."

He let out a laugh as he pumped his fist. He quickly cleared his throat and composed himself as Rayla laughed. "Sorry. Guess I'm just a bit excited."

She shook her head. "Relax, it's adorable." She winked. "So uh, when do ya want me?" Her face flushed as her eyes widened and mouth dropped in horror. "To meet up!" she hastily added, "To meet up with ya!"

Callum's face, equally red, strained for a smile as he coughed. "Umm, af-after the game is fine. If-if you're free." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "I-I understand if you and your team have after game rituals or something."

She eagerly smiled. "Yeah, I-I'm free! I can raincheck one pizza party," she dismissed with the wave of her hand. "They'll live without me."

Callum raised a worried brow. "You sure?"

She nodded. "Besides," she smugly smirked, "I'd take an art piece showing with you over another testosterone filled feast with Soren anyday." The two shared a laugh. A sudden alarm cut off their joy, and brought Rayla's attention to her phone. "Ahh, damn, looks like time's up. Better hit the locker room." She rose up to her feet. "Thanks for returning this again," she pulled on her jacket, "and washing it."

Callum smiled. "No problem. See you after the game?"

"Aye," she nodded. "Will ya be sticking around till then?" He smugly smirked back as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his ticket, waving it before him. Her face blushed at the gesture as she chuckled. "Gee, looks like I've got a fan of my own!"

Callum laughed as he watched her walk off. "Call it returning the favour!" he shouted down the hall. He smiled to busked proudly as he heard her laugh echo throughout the hall. He loved hearing her laugh. He glanced down at his ticket and looked at his seat number. Claudia and her father managed to snag him a seat in the section they usually sat, which was practically near the front. His eyes widened as he realized his distance. "Rayla, wait up!" he called out as he rushed after her. He found her casually making her way down the corridors as she turned back to look at him with a curious face.

"Aye, what's up?"

"Mind if I walk with you?" he inquired. She quirked a brow and he elaborated by shaking his ticket. "My section's close to your locker room anyway, so might as well." Feeling bold, he added, "Plus I could return the favour!"

"Favour?"

"Yeah!" he smiled. "Since you played bodyguard for me, I'll do it for you!" There was a moment of silence before she burst out into a fit of laughter. Callum frowned, though he enjoyed hearing it, as he rolled his eyes. "C'mon! I'm not that bad!" he defended childishly as he walked after her.

Rayla quickly shook her head as she said in between giggles, "No, no, no, of course not!" Once she composed herself, she said, "I'm very glad to have my artist in shining armour."

Callum flushed at the tease but preserved. "Hey you never know!" He shrugged. "A star football player all by her lonesome in the corridors right before a big game? Anything could happen!" he pointed out dramatically.

Rayla giggled as she playfully shoved Callum with her shoulder. "Fine, fine, I guess having an armed artist as my guard would be pretty cool," she conceded. The two began walking down the stairs. "And I guess I've had worst partners watching my back."

Callum snorted. "Is that a good thing to hear before going into a football game?" The two laughed once again, leaving the stairwell to echo with their joyful symphony. He couldn't help but smile at her.

Rayla waved a dismissive hand. "Pfft, nah, real magic is all on the quarterback!" she proudly declared.

Callum rolled his eyes. "I think you're a little biased," he mused.

"What? No!" she defended. "There wouldn't be a game without a QB. How do ya think they'd move the ball 'round?"

"Well in that case, there wouldn't be much of a game if there wasn't any players," Callum cleverly shot back.

Rayla scoffed as she lightly elbowed the artist in the ribs. "Alright wise-guy, no need to get all smart with me," she teased. "And besides, if ya knew half of anythin' 'bout football, ya'd know I'm not wrong sayin' QB is an important role." They finally reached the bottom of the stairs and began walking down the corridors. "Hope that seat of yours is a good one. 'Cause while the view is nice when the field's all empty, it's also pretty cool when there's a game."

Callum smiled. "I don't doubt it."

"But also, make sure to keep your eye on number thirty-one," she said with a wink. "I heard she's feisty one."

He laughed as he nodded knowingly at her. "Oh is that a fact?" he inquired sarcastically. "Well, I'll be sure to keep my eye on her," he said with a smile.

Rayla warmly smiled back. "I'm glad I've got a fan of my own."

"Can you make that double?" Claudia's voice rung out. The two looked over to the locker room entrance and found her smiling at them. "Because I am a big fan of this," she chuckled, gesturing toward the two. Callum felt a faint blush on his cheeks whilst Rayla confusedly stared at the girl. "Claudia, Soren's sister," she greeted as she extended her hand.

Rayla cocked her head and chuckled softly as she accepted the handshake. "Uhh, yeah, I know. I've seen ya at our practices?" she stated as if it was obvious. A smirk fell on her face as she crossed her arms and popped her hip out. "You're also one of Callum's friends, eh?" Callum wasn't sure what to feel about that mischievous look on the football player's face.

Claudia beamed a happy smile as she nodded. "I am! Callum's spoke of me?"

Rayla nodded. "Aye, at great detail," she explained, "You also ditched him at the party, aye?" Claudia's eyes widened at the sudden accusation, leaving Rayla to proudly grin. "Figured," she added. Looking to Callum, she teasingly nudged his elbow. "Guess we still got one more loose end to deal with, huh?"

Callum glanced back to Claudia and was shocked to see her nervous for once. He eagerly jumped on the opportunity. "Oh yes!" he dramatically stated, "Definitely." He threw a wink his friend's way, and caused her to frown more.

"H-Hey, was it that much of a big deal?" Claudia defended with a pout. "I mean, you two met after all?" she gestured to the two with a sly brow. Then, a smug smirk emerged. "And it obviously did well for you…" she teased.

Callum's face flushed one more as Rayla was taken aback with a faint blush of her own.

"H-Hey—"

"I—"

Claudia laughed at the two as they stammered. "Whelp! Guess I better find my seat," she announced as she pulled out her ticket. She strolled past the two with a proud smile, then stopped behind them. "Oh, and you too right Callum?" she turned and asked, "You are in the same section with me after all."

Callum nodded. "Ri-Right, but I…" he turned to Rayla, who shot an unimpressed look Claudia's way.

"Ohh," Claudia gasped. Sarcastically, she replied, "I gotcha." She repeatedly pointed at her nose then back at Rayla's. With a wink, she threw a two finger salute at the two. "I'll leave you two to your lonesome!" she said in singsong, then vanished around the corner.

Rayla groaned. "Oooh hoo," she shook her head as she bit her lip. "I can't wait to get her!"

Callum laughed. "Maybe after I sketch you, we'll plot a prank," he addressed with a small smile.

The football player turned with an eager look in her eyes. "I'll hold ya too that!" she pointed at him.

He nodded as he winked at her. "Swear it on my canvas," he quipped.

Rayla began to back toward the locker room door. "Which I'll be on!" she remarked.

"Of course," he nodded and with a gentle bow, he backed away. "See you on the field?"

She smiled as she placed her hand on the handle. "See ya out on the stands." The two waved as the separated from each other's sights.

Callum's smile that was directed at her leave, disappeared as soon as he rounded the corner, as he was met with a very smug grin. He frowned at the instant he saw Claudia leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed. She quirked a brow as he marched past her, not meeting her eyes. "Ooh," she seethed. "He's upset," she said to no one in particular.

Callum rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Did you have to do that?" he drawled out as she caught up with him.

The two made their way out the corridors and over to the stands. "Hey, you ditched me for a sneaky underhanded meeting," she pointed at him accusingly. "That's fair play." She shrugged nonchalantly.

He frowned at her as they made their way over to their section. "You ditched me first."

"And look where that got you!"

He rolled his eyes again.

A pregnant pause lingered as they walked. "Seriously though, where has that Callum been?" she asked with surprise laced within her voice. "You sounded so… confident! You were all flirty too," she nudged his elbow with a knowing look, "Honestly, that was pretty smooth!"

His face faintly reddened at her compliments. Secretly, he was happy that he got her approval and learned that he was doing well with his interactions. But outwardly, he was still annoyed she teased them and showed no remorse for it. Callum glanced down at his ticket as he made his way over to his seat. "Glad to know I have resident eavesdropper," he sarcastically enthused.

Claudia snorted. "Whelp, maybe you shouldn't have conversations in a loud, echoey hallway," she remarked as she sat down next to him.

Callum kept any further comments to himself as he looked at the nearly empty field. Some workers had gone out and began prepping some equipment, and a few of the players started filing in. Rayla of course, was yet to be seen as she was no doubt still getting ready. Callum did not mind Claudia's teasing however. As he did know she eavesdropped, he also knew she was aware that they openly brought up their upcoming prank. No doubt, she was afraid of what that entailed. So, he still had that to be proud of. His phone buzzed and a smile grew. And that too, of course.

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"Geez, next time, I'll get the damn jacket myself if it means you'll take ages!" Soren's voice pained Rayla's ears as it echoed throughout the locker room. Granted, he was on the other side of the door, due to it being the women's room, but his annoying voice still powered through. She rolled her eyes as she slid her pants on.

"Oi, relax Mom. If it bothers ya so much I'll text ya next time!"

"What were you two even doing? Macking lips?"

Rayla's face cringed at the statement. "Eww, please don't ever say macking again." She shuddered. "That coming out of ya mouth sounds… wrong." Soren sighed in response. She smiled to herself as she could practically envision him rolling his eyes in irritation and stomping his foot. "Now quit ya whining! Coach Harrow'll be pissed if he finds out ya've been chilling in the locker room instead of getting warm ups started!"

"I'm—I was—hey, I'm checking on you!" he shouted back.

"Not what Harrow will think!" she teased back in singsong. She began sliding her cleats on and smirking proudly to herself as she did so.

"Just be ready!" he yelled before stomping off.

Rayla chuckled to herself as she began tying her shoe. She figured Soren would get on her case about being a few minutes late, but she was a bit surprised he was curious about what she did with Callum. She supposed they really were friends in a way, as the only thing she picked up on from his curiosity and annoyance was concern for his friend and genuine intrigue. No doubt, he and Claudia were well aware of the two's night together and were curious about the follow up. Heck, she was too.

She smiled as she maneuvered the next shoe over. Her gaze briefly flew over to her jacket, which was just lying on the bench. She looked at it fondly as she thought about the only thing that's been on her mind these past few days. The artist who donned the look and made it work. She shook her head. How could she have easily fallen like that? It was the first time she'd ever worn that jacket and not thought about football, but instead a person. A very sweet and passionate person, who was creatively hilarious in his own way.

She fell hard.

Suddenly, she noticed a slip of paper began sliding out the left pocket. She hurriedly grabbed it and unfolded the slip. Eyes widened as a faint blush fell upon her cheeks. A string of nine digits and a small, very cute, sketch of a football player throwing a football. Like a schoolgirl, she squealed to herself as she instantly grabbed her phone and began inserting the digits. Without hesitation, she texted him.

Well played.

Not even two seconds, and he sent back, Your move?

Game on.

Yeah, Rayla fell hard.

A/N: Yeaaah, I know it was kinda of not much, just flirt banter, but I guess it just sets up more for anything else I want to do with this. I hope y'all liked it, because it was fun to write! Now, I can't guarantee another will be released within May or June, because my exams will be up in June so lots will be overwhelming me (that and my other fics in the works). However, I'll still strive to keep writing!

By that I mean, rayllum-week has now become rayllum-week-and-month, and SO, I'll be participating in it! It'll begin July, (Callum and Rayla's birth month, cleverly enough) and has a whole string of prompts listed. Now of course I can't guarantee that the length of all of them will be over 1K words, but I'll try to do what I do best and have fun with them and make 'em enjoyable for an entire month's worth! So most likely, you'll see me then. But who knows?

Review responses:

Guest (dalek cannt): Thanks for the play by play of reviews! Love 'em all and I'm glad you like it so far! Hopefully you liked this even though I brought football back into the light.

C.J. Robbins: I'd love to make a standalone, but I definitely don't have the time to do that. Alas, we'll have to settle with spontaneous one-shots instead. Also, glad you'll be getting diabetes.

1228248: yeesh, what a name. Anyways, also glad you'll be getting diabetes as well! I'm happy that I'm capable of dispersing it!

. 0-0: Surprised to hear you're coming from Untold Story! Sorry 'bout the long wait for that one, but hopefully this series of one-shots will suffice!

Hope you guys don't mind me replying here, I just thought I'd give you guys something. Thanks for the kind words!

Until next time,

- Bleh