It's been a few days since Arthur joined the football team. And so far, I've been not talking to him. At all.

If anyone knows me they know that I take football seriously. I'm pretty sure even Bella knows I love football more than her! Sorry, but not sorry.

But the football team has accepted him with open arms. No usual ritual of the dumping of ice on the newbies head. Except everyone acted like it wasn't even a thing now that he came.

It pisses me the fuck off that he's having no problem here.

I still am the most popular kid here, but he's moving up the popularity ladder so easily! No ones trying to push him down and if he even gets to where I am I won't be afraid to!

Right now we're at practice. Here he is, as Quarterback and looking stupid. People still have to direct and redirect him where to throw the damn football.

Talking in his messed up English and making things harder than they should be. Since I'm Captain shouldn't it matter how I feel?

Shouldn't I have a say as well in who becomes Quarterback? I believe I should; I did last time.

"William!" I watch as another one of my good friends, Ben, jogs towards me.

"What is it?"

"It's Arthur, we need you to tell him in your cool language to do his cool thing. He's gettin' all shy and shit-."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! He isn't a child, tell him straight up!" I yell, getting annoyed that they were being so sensitive with him.

"But..." We glance at him, seeing him passing to somebody than when he catches it he begins to fidget.

"This is ridiculous! Move!" I jog over, getting to him as I snatch the football out of his hand. When he sees it's me he immediately looks away." What are you doing? Why aren't you taking this seriously?"

He frowns, glancing around." I sorry. I am just thinking about something."

I glare at him, not in the mood to look at him or talk to him. But the fact that he's spouting this nonsense to me, that he's not paying attention...

"You dumbass! Take this seriously! This is my dream," I hiss the last part, shoving him," I will not have you ruin it for me! Football is all I got and if you fuck this up for me I will fuck you up."

He stays quiet, looking at me with a expression I couldn't read. But I ignored it as I snatched the football out his hand.

"You are the quarterback. You throw the ball to the person that is closest to making a touchdown, or run. Don't stand there looking stupid like you usually do. I am serious if you waste time I will snatch the ball from you myself."

He nods, stepping back until I stepped back towards him.

"I am so serious Arthur. Don't fuck this up for me. I don't have time for you to be ruining this when you've already ruined part of it."

With that I walk away, standing back next to Ben as Dylan comes towards us.

We all watch as Arthur throws the ball, it almost soaring across the field and number 55 caught it. Nodding, I was pleased.

"What'd you do?" Dylan asked me, and I shrugged causally.

"We both had a nice talk, brother to brother." I smile, Ben grinning while Dylan shook his head.

"Not cool dude. I heard your guys conversation."

"I don't care. I feel great!" I grin, watching as he's throwing perfect throws now and isn't hesitating. But what was he thinking about that was distracting him from throwing these perfect throws?

Who knows. It's too late. He should've known better to be deep in thought around me, because I will set him straight. In the meanest way possible.

It's just payback for trying to take my dream.

****

Taking my sweet time, I decided to stay after practice and put things up. I usually don't take time out of my day to do this, but watching Arthur look lost and confused is the best feeling ever.

I told him that he isn't needed. That this is for people that know what they're doing. Of course he didn't argue with me because he thinks I know best. Of course I do.

"Aye, Will?"

I look, seeing a player job over.

"Can we borrow Arthur? We need him for-."

"No he is useless at the moment."

The player frowns, backing up as he goes back to doing whatever he was doing. I don't care if I'm seeming like a bitch. Arthur needs to learn his place and right now he is - where the hell is he!

The spot he was sitting at is fucking empty! I growl, dropping the bag of water bottles as I rush to Dylan.

"Where did he go?!" I yell, and Dylan frowns as he glances around.

"Weren't you watching him? I don't know. He probably went to the toilet or he ran away from the devil."

I glare at him, making him shrug defensively. But I don't have time for the attitude, I need to find the guy! I'm practically his guardian it feels like!

"I don't fucking have time for this!" I shove Dylan to the side, running to the locker rooms to see if he went in there. But when I entered his stuff was still in the corner of the lockers.

I exit, looking around to see a direction of the campus he could've gone. But he has no idea where the hell he's going!

"Arthur!" I call, jogging along the path as the moon is practically up and I can see the football lights from back here. Making me know that I've gone a distance.

I enter the school, walking to my locker and opening his, seeing his phone was gone and so were his things. I opened mine, seeing my shit was gone too!

"That son of a bitch..." I hiss, slamming my locker as I am pissed. Why the hell would he take my stuff? What game is he playing?!

I run around to each classroom that we are in for school, but he's not in any of them. I go to the cafeteria; not there. To all the restrooms to see if he's taking a dump; not in any of them.

I just exit the school, realizing that I haven't found him at all. Everyone is starting to go home and I haven't found him and he has my stuff...

"Arthur!" I scream, my voice echoing outside and I hear nothing. Pissing me off that this night is ending with me looking for a child.

"William?"

I look, seeing him walking towards me with both of our stuff. Holding papers in his hand and smiling.

For some odd reason I find myself running to him, shoving his shoulders as he doesn't even move an inch from my shove. But he does look at me with confusion.

"Where the hell were you?!" I yell, and he cocks his head as he nods at the papers.

"I brought homework."

"Homework?"

"Yes. Teachers gave us work for home. I did not want us to fail. Here." He hands me homework and I snatch it from him.

"Don't you get it? When you're in a sport, you almost have an excuse to miss doing homework. Why the hell would you..." I shake my head, throwing it to the ground as I stomped on it with my cleats.

"You're fucking ridiculous! I told you to stay in that exact spot and to not move a muscle!"

" I bored." He mumbles, making me sneer.

"I don't care if you're bored! Because of you believing you're helping me out, now I'm tired and my voice is going dry yelling at your dumbass!"

"Then stop yelling."

I glare at him, watching as he picked up my stomped on papers. Suddenly handing me the clean ones and he holds the dirty ones.

"You have those ones. I go back for new ones." He says, and I laugh.

"All the teachers are gone. That's what you get!" I laugh as he looks at the dirty papers, frowning. But then he grins, shrugging.

"Okay, it fine. Have mine."

I look at the clean papers, walking around him as I hear him follow.

"Why'd you take my stuff?" I ask, and he is suddenly next to me as we have to walk back to the other side of the school to my car.

"I not want you to forget your things." He says. I shake my head, why the hell would I forget my stuff? My phone is in there.

"I wouldn't. What do you take me for? You have been pissing me off more and more lately."

"Why."

"Because you are."

"Why?"

"Because I am starting to hate you. You're taking everything from me. My friends, my dream-."

I feel him grabbing my arm, stopping us from going on as he looks at me with curiosity.

"What your dream?" He asks, cocking his head as I sneer.

"Football. The one thing I'm good at, and you are trying to take all my glory."

He frowns, shaking his head." You are good at all things. Football is not only thing. Trust me."

"I hate you."

Arthur shakes his head, and he begins to get closer to me. Making me uncomfortable, but yet not uncomfortable... His hand seemed to hesitantly let go of my arm. Instead moving to the side of my neck and caressing the back of ear.

I was wondering why I wasn't stopping him. Probably because it was unusual and I wanted to see where this would lead.

Not to mention him massaging the back of my ear kinda felt good.

"Are you angry?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.

"Yes I am. You're taking my..." I lose my voice as he leans towards me." Dream..."

Until I feel them on my ear.

"I have question." He whispers, and I don't know what to say. All I can say is that I'm somehow in this trance.

"What?"

"I not trying to take your dream. What must I do, for you to not be angry at me?" He asks softly, and I shake my head. Shoving him back as I know I'm blushing.

"Why are you so close to me?!"

"You not listen if I not close." He admits, and I shake my head.

"I don't get too close to me!"

"Why?"

I just start walking faster to the car, not wanting to admit that I wasn't stopping him. He was so close and I let him get that close.

But I was just bored! I have nothing else to do and that's all!

...is it?

****

I lay on my bed, watching TV as I have nothing better to do.

Yesterday was Friday and now it's Saturday. It's been almost a month since he's gotten here and lots of things are changing at school as well.

It's as if he's changing the school, into what? I have no clue.

It pisses me off that people like him so easily. When I got there, I was immediately popular for my parents. I didn't need to try. He gets there, and makes it so easily. Probably because he's involved with my family.

But I feel like they don't even apply that. They just...want to be his friend.

What's there to like about him anyway?

He's annoying, dumb, weird...ugly...? Why the hell did I hesitate on that word?

"William?" I look to see my door open, Arthur standing near the doorsill as he doesn't even have a shirt on. He is holding a soda and for some odd reason, fruit in a bowl.

"What? You need to knock before you try and - what are you doing?!"

I watch as he closed the door, walking towards my bed as he plops down next to me. Smiling and annoying me.

"What?"

"Have you heard of Jurassic World?"

I narrow my eyes at him, rolling my eyes.

"Who hasn't? Why?"

"I never seen it! Want to watch with me?" He asks, and I sneer.

"What do you think this is? Get out my room-!"

"I brought berries." He adds, smiling." You will have fun."

He grabs my remote, changing the channel as we land on the STARZ channel. Seeing Jurassic Park about to come on.

"Are you serious?"

He nods, laying back against my pillow as he rests the berries that should be popcorn between us.

I don't even argue because my parents are weirdos and will appear out of nowhere. Asking what I'm doing and - Ooh! If they see us hanging out like this they'll give me a gift or something...

Deal.

As it begins I glance at Arthur, seeing him chowing down in those berries like it's the best thing in the world. Making me curious if it's all that.

"Want some?" He asks, making me smirk.

"Berries? Why not." I grab some, throwing it in my mouth. Eating them as he watched me, nodding.

I take some more, and he nods again.

"What is it?"

"You chew funny."

I snort, not sure what he means by that.

"What do you mean?"

"When chew your jaw goes in and out. I show you." He takes some berries and begins to chew, and I see as his jaw clenched every time he chewed.

I blush, shrugging," That's just how I eat! Stop judging!"

"No judge! It hard for me to judge you."

I frown, facing back forward.

"What do you mean?"

"It hard to judge something that is perfect."

I smile, just going to take his compliments for today. I have nothing better to do.

"Thank you. I am perfect."

"Cocky too."

I narrow my eyes at him, and he shrugs.

"I kid."

"You're not kidding."

He smiled, shrugging again as he faces forward.

I then face forward, not wanting to be weird that I'm the only one looking at him.

But I'm bothered that he seems to have more muscle than I... What the hell did he do to get those muscles?

"Come here." I say, and his head whips at me so quick I thought I imagined it.

"What did you say?"

"Come here. I want to compare something."

He cocks his head, but doesn't hesitate as he moves the bowl out the way. Sliding next to me until our arms are touching. Making me see that his arms are bigger than mine.

"I hate you." I mumble, making him frown.

"What I do?"

"You have bigger muscles than me!" I complain, and he chuckles.

"They not that big."

"They're huge, you beast!"

"I sorry?"

I snicker, shaking my head.

"Do you even know what you're apologizing for?"

"Yes?"

I smirk, shaking my head.

"Just watch the movie."

"Okay."

We face back forward, and we stay in our exact spots. Making me realize that neither of us are trying to move away from one another...

More like...I'm not trying to get away from him...