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Chapter 2: F*** Bomb!

Ashton's POV

Once I finally reach the football cage I'm livid! I'm so far gone that the locker I'm continuously punching right now stood no chance, and when I'm finished there is a giant dent in the middle of it. But I'm still so pissed! Fuck Spencer! Fuck that ugly ass bug she calls a car! Fuck this hangover! Fuck football! Fuck Aiden! And fuck my hand hurts!

"Ughhh!" I growl out while throwing on my football pads. I refuse to sit here and vent to myself about some girl that basically just told me my little brother is a better guy then me, when he's not! Don't get me wrong I love Aiden, but I'm Ashton Davies, I'm better, and its time people started fucking taking notice! With that thought in mind I lace up my cleats, and then start making my way toward the field. Practice is already in full swing by the time I make it outside and it looks like everyone's already been split up into their offensive teams and defensive teams so I start making my way over to the offense, because I'm a wide receiver. But before I can get there I'm stopped by a deep voice that screams authority.

"Davies! Where the hell have you been boy? Practice started over 30 minutes ago! I know you don't think you can just watts onto my field late and walk right by me like you aren't! You think you can boy?" With each word my coach begins to step closer and closer, his voice getting louder making my head pound even more. "You think you make the rules boy?!"

"No." I answer. Trying my hardest not to role my eyes or give a smart ass remark by tightening my already balled up fist.

"No what?!" Now he's in my face, literally. His breath smells like shi-

"No what!" He yells again interrupting my thoughts.

"No Sir." I mumble. I can feel everyone's eyes watching the scene, even hers.

"Speak up!"

"No sir!" I yelled back.

"Oh so he has manners after all? I thought respect was a term only your brother knew." At that comment I balled my fist even tighter. "In fact it looks better on your brother." I tightened my jaw. "Why can't you be more like Aiden?" He asks and my fist twitches.

"Answer the question boy!"

"Sorry. I thought it was rhetorical... Sir." I bite back with a smirk and out of the corner of my eye I see some of my teammates fighting a smile.

"You could be so great if you just get your head out of your ass." He says, his eyes softening a little. "I see your potential, but show it to me." He whispers in my ear and if I didn't know any better I would say he actually cares and that was a semi compliment, which makes my mouth twitch trying to fight a genuine smile.

"I'm trying coach." Comes my low reply.

"Well try harder!" He yells. And he's back. "Now go give me bleachers until I feel like you deserve to stop! Move it! Move it! Move it!"

I just role my eyes while I jog toward the bleachers, which I've had to sprint up and down so many times it's become second nature by now. While making my way toward them my eyes catch hers. She's leading the other cheerleaders in the dance routine I'm guessing their going to be doing for our big state championship game coming up this Friday. Her blue eyes are so sad that I can tell from here, but part of me just doesn't care, especially when I see Aiden come up behind her wrapping his arms around her small waist, while kissing her cheek. And I really don't fucking care at all once I see her turn her head towards his face kissing him on the lips. With that I quickly turn my head so I don't have to bear any more of the disgusting scene and I start my punishment for being late.

Fuck bleachers! Is my last thought.

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