A/N: It's a few hours later than I wanted but it's done. Hope you all like it!

Ondra J: My high school life was nothing special. This is all just from my head and a few things I've heard about but thank you! And I'd planned on making them their firsts and actually already hinted at that but I will go into detail later.

Takers dark lover: Thank you, hun!

Guest-07: Noted. :)

TriggerWarnings: mentions of scars / self-harm

He snorted "Shut up, remember you're CO-captain." He winked at John and shook his head as he followed his friends into the locker room to get ready for practice.

Dean was already dressed by the time Randy started pulling off his shirt. He looked away, knowing that Randy had a few scars and he'd learned his lesson about bringing them up so now he wouldn't even look at them. The kicker along with the rest of the people that ever saw him with anything other than a long sleeve knew better than to ask. So Dean adjusted his shirt before turning and talking to Roman. He laughed a bit as one of their captains finished getting ready. He lifted his brows a bit at the junior "Why you got that smug look on your face, bro?"

"What smug look?"

Randy had to laugh at that because he'd seen it from a mile away. "Don't even try. That 'I got some' look. Who was it?"

Locker room talk was common and though the guys didn't all hang out together outside of practice and events they still talked enough to know about personal lives. That included knowing which one of them played for the same team, the opposite team, or even played the field evenly.

"I didn't get any." He noted, eyes flashing as he added "..yet."

Randy, Dean, and any other one of their teammates started laughing and hooting at the teen. A few of them slapped Roman on the back, grinning softly as they congratulated him but Randy was curious. He smirked a bit and tilted his head as he looked at the Samoan "Who's the poor bastard that's on your radar?" he joked.

Roman paused, shrugging a bit and looking uncertain for the first time since they got into the locker room but as soon as that showed up it was gone and he just looked around at the four guys "I don't know his name."

Dean snorted, shaking his head as he smacked Roman's shoulder "You got a thing for the new kid? How do you even know he swings that way?"

Randy smirked a bit, thinking back to the beach and being almost certain that nothing about that moment seemed anything more than cautious and slightly curious but then again he'd only spoken to Seth once so he couldn't make assumptions.

"Trust me: he swings this way. I'm pretty sure it's the only team he plays for." The Samoan winked just as Coach Calaway showed up and looked over the group before blowing the whistle so the whole team could gather from their groups in the locker room.

"Get your asses out to that field! We're doin' take downs today then weight room. I hear any complaints and you'll be doin' push-ups for the rest of practice. C'mon! Hustle!"

Randy smirked a bit at Roman, not thinking much of his teammate's confidence in Seth's sexuality as he and John led the team out onto the field. They broke them off into teams and carried out the large pads.

Hours of lifting and tackling later, Randy was in his room and collapsed on his bed. "Fuck me."

"Gross."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over at the pile of books on his desk before groaning into the phone "Not you, sugartits. That was a general fuck me to my life." He laughed a bit and shifted on the bed, stretching out his sore muscles before yawning and sitting up "Is there a reason you called or was it just 'cause you missed me?"

"Ugh. There is a crisis. I wouldn't call you during practice that many times if there wasn't!"

"Bring it back down, Madonna. What the hell happened?" Randy got up and started digging through his bag for the things he needed to do his school work before taking a seat at his desk and listening to Cody.

"Do you think Ted is just usin' me for sex?"

He rolled his eyes and groaned "Why? What the hell happened?"

"Answer the question."

Randy could practically see the pout on Cody's face and sighed "No. He's been pining after your candy ass for some time. Now tell me what the fuck happened."

"Are you su-"

"Dammit, Codes. I will hang up."

"…he just.. he was talking about the new kid a lot today and.. I dunno.. he's kinda cute and what if.. I.. don't wanna lose him."

Randy frowned and sat up in his chair again. This new kid was all everyone seemed to be talking about lately. Sure, Randy liked his taste in music but everyone seemed to be jumping to conclusions about him.

"Ran?"

He blinked, "Sorry. Uh.. do you remember what he was saying? I'm sure he's not interested in him that way, Cody. You're just.. touchy."

"HEY!"

"What? You called me 'cause you needed an honest opinion and I'm not about to start bullshitting you now." He sighed, "Focus. What did he say about Seth?"

"How'd you know his name?"

"…he's in my Calc class, doof. Now answer." Randy turned on the desk lamp before looking over his homework assignments and frowning a bit as he realized he had quite a few due tomorrow.

"Oh. Yeah. Uh.. we have P.E. with him.. and they were talkin' in the weight room and I think Seth told Ted that he was looking for a team to join and he loved track and swimming so he couldn't decide.. but Ted is trying to convince him to join the team. Seth showed up to swim practice to try out.. and.. Ted is impressed but the new kid is still on the fence about joining so now Ted wants to find a way to get him to join."

Randy scratched his jaw and nodded as he started doing his Calc homework, doing most of it in his head except for the longer parts that needed the calculator as he listened to his best friend. "Mm." He nodded and turned the page over before answering "..okay. Did you just hear yourself? Where in that speech did it sound like Ted wanted Seth to suck his dick?"

"Guh! Gross, Keith. Can you fuckin' not.. ugh. I don't want to talk about this with you."

He rolled his eyes, "Answer."

"Oh.. uh.. I dunno.. just it's a lot of attention that he's giving him, ya know? … but nowhere I guess?"

Randy smirked as he finished off yet another problem "You guess?"

"…fine! I may just be peeved because he.. wasn'tthinkingaboutmethewholetime."

He grinned, "Thought so. Now stop bein' a diva and support him. You know how important that team is to him. It's like if we were about to get an awesome linebacker after being in need of one.. wouldn't you want him badly too?"

"Oh.. yeah, I guess."

"Atta boy. Now leave me alone. I have two more assignments due tomorrow."

"Just two?"

"I finished one while you were blabbering." He teased before Cody started cursing at him and Randy started laughing. "I was still attentive! But I gotta go. Want to be done with all this hopefully before the old man goes to bed."

"Ah. Okay. I'll see ya tomorrow. Tell 'im I say hey."

"Night."

"Later."

Randy smirked when the line went dead, feeling good about soothing Cody down and getting back to his school work. His dad was home early tonight but he had another long day starting early tomorrow so Randy wanted to say goodnight to him after finishing up his work.

AP History didn't take too long since it was just note-taking and some flashcards so once he did that he just had to crawl though Spanish homework. Most of the words came easily to him but he had to look up a few of them and that just frustrated him because you'd think after four years he'd get the damn hang of it.

Once his homework was done, Randy quickly put his things away and laid out his clothes for the morning before heading downstairs. He peeked into the living room and saw his dad with a glass in his hand. The habit he had after catching his mom in a bad mood while drinking kicked in and Randy frowned, turning to head back upstairs before his old man called him down. The football player bit his lip as he walked down and fidgeted with the edge of his hoodie.

"Congrats on the win, kiddo."

Randy smiled brightly, all the tension eased from him as his body caught up with his mind and realized that his dad wasn't the one with the drinking problem. He gripped his dad's shoulder "Thanks. We fuckin' made it, dad."

"I know. That was all Nate was talking about after school today. Your mom didn't even go, did she?"

"Uh.. I'm sure she was busy.." he lied.

"Don't defend her."

"…I know." He frowned, rubbing over his arm as the anxiety started to build up a little inside him "She never goes though. Not unless you're here to go too. She doesn't like showin' up to the games like some 'single mom because it's embarrassing'." He mimicked rather coldly.

"Randy.."

"Yeah. I know. .. but she knows what that game meant to me."

Robert nodded "I know. I try to be there for you kids as much as I can."

"I know. Don't worry old, man. I'll record Nate's scrimmage just in case you can't make it." he smiled, giving his dad a one-armed-hug before pulling away "Night. I am exhausted.."

"It's one in the morning. You should be asleep."

"I'm not the one that has to be ready for a meeting by six a.m." Randy teased before patting his dad's shoulder "Night, old man."

"Watch it. I'll take your keys."

"Love you too. GO TO SLEEP!" he screamed just loud enough to get his point across but not loud enough to wake up his siblings or his mom. Randy headed upstairs but stopped on the first step as he whispered back, "Oh.. and Codes said hi." The grunt he got in return let him know his dad heard him so Randy just went upstairs and collapsed on his bed again except this time he passed out almost instantly.

…

Tuesday was a blur. His body was still sore from practice the day before and the fact that he'd stayed up way later than he should've only made his thinking sluggish. It was bad enough that his Calc teacher didn't ask him to come up to the board to solve a problem for everyone else and instead called on one of his peers every step.

The rest of the day seemed to go just about the same though most of his teachers still called on him he managed to get though the day without anything bad happening.

By the time school was over he was barely functioning so Randy made a quick stop to the grocery store and bought himself an energy drink right before practice. He stopped when he saw Seth looking through some of the snacks, walking over to him in his usual way "Y'know, chips aren't the best study food."

Seth jumped at the voice and turned to face Randy, cheeks turning a slightly darker shade of pink as he muttered "Who says I'm gonna study?"

"..You're carrying your weight in books and still pretty close to school." He observed, grinning a bit at the teen before shrugging and opening the drink. Randy took a long sip and licked his lips before patting Seth on the shoulder "At least eat some chocolate for me if you'll be having snacks for studying." He started walking away, "Good luck, Seth. I'll see ya tomorrow."

Seth hadn't gotten over the slight spark of desire that flushed through his hormonal body when Randy's tongue slid over his pink lips but when Randy touched his shoulder it was like damn lightning shot through him. It wasn't until Randy stopped talking that Seth even realized he'd made his way up to the counter already and he called brilliantly after him "uhhh see you." The teen shook his head, trying to snap out of his daze as he grabbed some chips and a chocolate bar before finding a water bottle and getting ready to pay. He needed to catch up on some subjects though he doubted that he'd be able to concentrate on school work after this.

Randy drove back to school, finishing his energy drink on his way there and already feeling a little more prepared for another 3-4 hours of torture.

…

"What do you mean you can't stay?" the freakishly tall man frowned down at one of the captains of his team.

Randy sighed at his coach and tried to meet that intimidating gaze "Nate has a game today. He always makes it to mine and I wanna be there for his. I can make the first hour and a half of practice but I'll have to skip weight room."

Coach Calaway shook his head but gave a slight hum "That kid better win his game."

He smiled and ran towards the field to catch up with the rest of his team. Randy devoted himself to practice and the time flew by. He took a few rough blows to his shoulder and abs but nothing that a good night's sleep wouldn't fix. By the time Coach called him off the field, he'd helped plan out a few good plays and taught some of the juniors tricks for the game.

Randy left John in charge before showering and changing into jeans and an old hoodie. He slung his bags over his shoulder and walked to his car. The drive to the junior high school was short but Randy had to pick up some snacks for his little brother so by the time he pulled up to the lot there was only 10 minutes left to the game.

He huffed and grabbed the bag before sprinting to the other side of campus where the fields were. Randy squeezed onto the first bench just as the teams were getting ready and smiled as Nate waved at him excitedly. He chuckled, relaxing a bit and giving his brother a thumbs up.

The whistle blew and Randy lounged back, watching his brother play. Nate was mid so he did a little of everything though personally Randy thought he belonged more in the defense side but that was something he'd discuss with him later. His brother was still kicking ass and managed to block two great plays from the opposing team.

By the half time Randy was at the edge of his seat, staring at the scoreboard in slight annoyance then gesturing his brother over. "Don't let them get to you. You pretend there's nothin' on the scoreboard, got it? Game's not over unless you give up."

Nate smiled and took a drink of the water Randy brought him before nodding and trying to clear his head "…Yeah, I got it."

Randy nodded, slapping his brother's back "Great. I think your coach wants to huddle. I'm rooting for you."

Nate's eyes shone as he nodded and ran to his team again.

The score was one to three which meant Nate's team needed three points to qualify for the tournament. Randy was starting to feel the pressure rise up but he could only hope for the best.

Another hour later, Randy was shaking his head at his brother and trying to soothe him. "It was a shitty call."

"That's not the point!"

Randy frowned and stayed quiet, handing his brother an ice pack for his head. The last of the players were filing out and Randy just sat with Nate, staring at the empty field as he patted Nate's shoulder. "We all know how that would've ended."

"But it didn't. I can't believe he didn't call penalty."

"You still won."

Nate deflated at that, small smirk on his face as he nodded "Damn right we did. Even with the officials on their side they couldn't take us."

Randy laughed at his little brother's quick turn of mood and patted his shoulder "There you go. That's the spirit. Now let's get the hell out of here and get some food."

…

"Seth!"

The two-toned teen frowned and looked around the front of the school before spying the blond teen walking his way. "Yeah?" he hesitated, feeling as if the kid's face was familiar but not quite remembering where he'd seen him.

"I'm Punk?"

Seth was only more confused at this, looking at the teen again "Uh.."

"Oh. Right, Phil? I'm in your art class."

"Oh." He nodded, smiling softly at the blond "What's up?"

He smiled back and handed Seth his sketchbook "You left this in there yesterday. I tried to find you after class but you sprinted out of there." Punk laughed "I admit I almost looked in there, but I didn't!" he grinned, "Anyway.. I'll see you later!"

Seth smiled and thanked the teen, making a note to talk to him more because 'Punk' was wearing a Deftones shirt and Seth figured if the kid was nice and had great music taste they should be friends. "Yeah, Thanks, man. I'm glad you're the one that found it. Heh.. my stuff would be exposed if anyone else had their hands on it." He chuckled and nodded at the blond once more before making his way to his first class.

A/N: Thank you for your suggestions. I'll be slowly adding a few of them in. Review?