My legs are tangled with another's as I sleep contently on their bed. The warmth of the sun shining in the room had woke me up. My eyes flutter open, seeing Keith sleeping peacefully beside me. The TV is still on, playing some re-run of a show. We definitely fell asleep during the movie last night. I didn't even make it through the first 30 minutes.

The body partly covered by mine stirs. Keith's hand rubs up my back, sending chills down my spine.

"Hey." He says rubbing his face.

"Hey." I smile at his cuteness.

He stretches, causing his muscles to flex. I bite my lip while staring at him.

"What?"

I shake my head at him. "Nothing. I'm going to go get a shower." Glancing at the clock, I see its 11:17am. I sigh, pecking Keith on the cheek as I leave his room.

Let me just say this, walking down Spenser's hallway in the same clothes I wore yesterday doesn't look too good. And to make matters worse, Reid is walking lazily down the hallway, wearing gym shorts and a wife beater. Great… just fucking great.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Nice outfit, Riles. Weren't you wearing that last night?"

"Reid." I say, passing him without looking into his eyes. Apparently, I'm not too good at avoiding him because my arm was soon grabbed by the blonde.

"Have fun last night, Riley? I can tell you didn't make it back to your dorm. Get that number 41?"

"As a matter of fact, Reid, I did. I'm also assuming you got numbers 38 and 39 covered. Or should I say uncovered?"

I easily knew that the latter would be the answer. Why do I even ask?

"Ahh… you are correct, Riley."

"That's great, Reid. But you're still behind me, so I wouldn't be bragging too much." I pull my arm way from his grasp. "And stop being a dick."

Walking away, I hear Reid chuckle. "I have a dick; therefore, I am one, Riles. Get used to it."

I throw my hand in the air, letting the proud bird fly.

"Burn in hell, Reid."

He laughs even harder as he walks back into his room.

Can I please play the 'Bash Reid Garwin' game? Please? Ok, well, here it goes.

Reid Garwin is the following:

An Asshole.

A Dickhead.

A Jerk.

A Dickwad.

He's actually just a Dick, period.

He's a Stupid Ass Fucker.

A Manwhore.

A Prick.

Have I mentioned 'Asshole' yet? Oh. Well, he's a double asshole. No, make that a triple asshole. I really don't like him when he's like this. Yes, I know its Reid, but he doesn't have to be a complete dick to me. He has to be the most confusing guy I have ever met in my entire life. He might be contaminated by the jerk disease.

Arriving at my room, I grab my towel and a change of clothes.

God this school is so cold. Especially when I just get out of a shower and my hair is dripping wet.

I begin walking past the stairwell until I'm pulled underneath and slammed into the wall.

"Ow… who the fu-"

I'm cut off as a pair of lips crash down on mine.

Who the hell is this?!

Ohhh… it's him.

I press my hand to their chest and try to push them away. A hand reaches to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to the familiar lips. The other hand grabs my hip, pulling the rest of my body into him.

"Reid, I can't." I say in between kisses.

He pulls away. "Yes, you can."

He grabs my face again, kissing me. I pull away shortly.

"No… stop it." I push him away, only to end up getting slammed back against the wall.

Reid begins kissing my neck, brushing his tongue against my favorite spot, teasing me.

"Mmm…" Fucking hormones. Those damn things betray me every single time. Traitors. God, why are you punishing me? WHY?

The blonde looks down at me smirking. "You want me to stop? Okay, fine Riles. See ya around school."

He begins to walk away, only to be pulled back and slammed into the wall by yours truly. Yep, it's my turn to take charge damnit.

"Ohhooo… what's wrong Riles? Can't get enough of me, huh?" He smirks down at me.

"Reid, stop being a prick and just kiss me."

He smiles, grabbing my neck and pulling me into him again for a strong kiss. My hand travels to his belt loops and I loop my fingers through them, pulling his body closer to mine…

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The next Friday…

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"DEFENCE!"

"DEFENCE!"

"DEFENCE!"

"Come on Keith! Run!" I yell out of the stands. Keith is soon tackled by an opposing team member.

If you haven't already realized, I'm at a football game. It's November 29th and the last game of the season and it's against our biggest rival, Gaston Assembly. I had to actually pull Sarah across Spenser's campus to get her here. Kate put up a big fight, and I never got her out of the room. I don't understand why they don't like football. Sarah says it's not as interesting as swimming. But I have a feeling that it's because Caleb and Pogue aren't on the football team and that the uniforms don't show a lot of skin. Gee, go figure.

I couldn't even get one of the boys to come. How fucked up is that?! They're guys. They're supposed to love football. I don't get it. Really, I don't.

"Woooooooohhhhh!" The crowd screams as one of our player's scores a touchdown with 10 seconds left on the clock. That touchdown pretty much guaranteed our win. As the 10 seconds wind down, the stands erupt in screams and clapping.

"Riley, are you going to meet up with Keith on the field?" Sarah yells over the cheering.

"Yeah, he told me to stand on the sidelines until the coach is done with his pep talk. Are you heading back to the dorms?"

She nods. "Yeah, I think we're all going to Nicky's. Although it's gonna be packed because of the game."

"Okay, well thanks for coming to the game with me! It would have been horrible by myself." I say hugging her.

"You're welcome. It was surprisingly interesting to watch. I never thought that those uniforms would shape the player's butts so well."

We both laugh as we split apart. "You're something else, Sarah. Wow… I'll catch you later tonight… maybe!"

I walk down to the field, wrapping my arms around myself, shielding my body from the cold. After a few minutes of waiting for the coach to finish talking, I see Keith searching for me. I smile at him as I step out onto the field, walking towards him.

"Good job tonight, Keith. You were great!" I stand on my tip toes, giving him a peck on his lips.

"Thanks, babe." He kisses me again and grabs my hand. "I'm glad you came; even if it is freezing cold out here."

"No problem. Plus, there's great scenery to look at."

He laughs. "Like what? My drop dead gorgeous body that looks so hot in this uniform?"

What he doesn't know, is that's exactly what I was thinking.

I laugh and say, "Oh yeah Keith, that's it!" in a joking manner.

He gives me a huge smile and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the locker rooms. "You can wait in the hallway while I change. I'll only be a few minutes."

"Okay." I nod, and sit on one of the benches outside of the locker room. Minutes later, Keith walks out, handing me his letterman jacket. "What?"

"Wear it. It's freezing cold outside and you're wearing a sorry excuse for a jacket." He throws his bag over his shoulder, waiting for me to put on his jacket. He laughs once I get it on. "That thing swallows you whole. Your hands don't even show through the holes."

"Shut up, Keith. I can't help it."

"You're so cute, Riley." He drapes his arm around my shoulders. "I'm so glad you're mine."

"Likewise." We smile at each other and walk to the dorms arm in arm.

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Short, but sweet.

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