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Alex's POV

We all walked into the elevators in groups, eager to get to our rooms and examine them. Coach had paired this kid named Aaron with Dylan and I. What a coincidence his first name was coaches last name. Pretty ironic. Not gonna lie, I'm not even sure if we've talked to him before. He was more towards the 'non verbal side' you could say. I leaned against the steel railing inside the elevator, smirking after seeing that Dylan was right in front of me.

I deliberately place a hand on his ass and squeeze it once before retracting it, resulting in a light gasp escaping his lips. This gained the attention of everyone on the moving contraption, Dylan clearing his throat in embarrassment as people asked him if he was okay. I snicker under my breath which causes him to turn around and glare at me. He gets no chance to retort since the elevator had made a dinging sound, followed by the doors sliding open.

"Bastard"

He mumbles while walking out of the elevator. I only chuckle at his insult, throwing an arm around his shoulder and proceeding to help him find our room number. We eventually locate the door and I immediately snatch the card (room key) from Dylan and slid in into the doors lock, waiting for the soft click before dragging him inside. I quickly throw the duffle bag down with a small smirk.

The door shuts behind us on its own as I throw Dylan over my shoulder and toss him on the bed once we approach it. He lets out a short, hitched gasp from the impact and opens his mouth to speak. I smash my lips against his before he got the chance to revolt, climbing on the bed and placing my legs on either side of him.

My hands roamed his body as he melted into the kiss, grasping on me where ever he could. A soft knock on the door causes him to pull away and scoot back from me on the surprisingly large bed. Ugh not again. I let out a fairly sexually frustrated groan, grabbing the back of Dylan's knees and pulling him back towards me in one swift movement. He yelps in surprise and slaps my arm.

"Alex go get the fucking door."

"No"

I refuse, burying my head inside the crook of his neck and laying light kisses there. He sighs defeatedly and wraps his arms around me.

"Uhm hello? It's Aaron, the one you guys apparently forgot was in the elevator with you."

We both glance at each other with an 'oh shit' look on our faces and instantly separate from each other. I stand up and begin to somewhat straighten my clothing before walking to the door, opening it with a wide but fake smile.

"Hey dude, my bad. It totally slipped our minds that we had left you behind. Hopefully we all can get along, yeah?"

He only rolls his eyes and pushes past me. Okay then, a quiet dude with a horrible attitude. Not to self, don't underestimate people who don't talk much. I slowly shut the door and it locks with a faint clicking sound.

"Uh hi."

Dylan greets, only for Aaron to ignore him and toss his backpack onto one of the beds. He silently walks into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

"I hate that bitch already."

"Babe, don't call him that."

I say with a soft chuckle, walking up to him and bending down to wrap my arms around his waist. He stops me by placing a hand on my chest and pushes me back.

"No touchy touchy till Aaron is goney goney."

Dylan informs sternly, removing his hand from my chest once he deemed that I understood that he was in fact serious about this. I stare at my boyfriend in shock as he sits down on the bed that we were just making out on a few moments ago.

"But he's not even out here right now."

I whine. He only shrugs his shoulders, nonverbally telling me that it was my problem to deal with.

"You know what, fine. You can't resist me for long anyway."

He scoffs at my statement, just about to snap back until the bathroom door opens and Aaron walks out. I could see Dylan roll his eyes through my peripheral vision, causing me to send a look his way.

"Um hi. Stop starring."

Our blonde haired 'hotel mate' says, the snobbiness clearly visible in his voice. This obviously ticks Dylan off because he's soon standing up with a hand on his hip.

"Ain't no "um hi". Who the fuck do you think you're talking-"

I place a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking any longer and finishing his sentence.

"Sit down and be quiet. Or you're gonna regret not doing it."

He tenses at my statement, sitting down immediately after I removed my hand from his mouth. Yup, gotta remind him who daddy is.

A/N (lmao what's wrong with me?😂)

"Sorry about him. Now, mind telling me why you're acting like such a stuck up bitch towards us?"

I state bluntly. Dylan laughs at this and I turn and glare his way, smirking as he quickly shuts up.

"Listen, all football players here are the same. Stuck up little rich boys. I'm not like that and considering you're the co-captain of this football team and you're the best friend of him, I can only imagine how you guys are. I don't have time to put up with you guys' bullshit. So don't talk to me and I won't talk to you."

Well he wasn't wrong about me being the co-captain of the football team nor the fact that most sports players here acted like assholes.

"We're honestly not that bad if you take the chance to get to know us. What do you say?"

I grin widely as he sighs and reluctantly nod his head. Yay, we won't have to hate each others guts this whole trip! Aaron and I shake hands like it was some sort of 'agreement' and he smiles at me after we retract them. Dylan glances my way with frustrated look on his face before getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Sorry about him. He's not all used to the whole 'being nice and making new friends' thing."

He shakes his head with a soft laugh, saying it was fine and that he understood. I take a seat on Dylan and I's bed and Aaron sits down on his.

"So, What hobbies do you have?"

I'm sort of taken aback at his sudden confidence to start the conversation but nevertheless respond.

"Um basically just football. Unless you count keeping that stubborn ass boy in there happy twenty four seven."

I state jokingly, earning a chuckle from him. Aaron was a sort of built dude, not much though. He wasn't to buff nor to scrawny. He had bluish greenish colored eyes that I've noticed changed color from time to time.

"Hey, can I tell you something? I honestly just need to tell someone."

He questions nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah sure, of course."

"Well um I'm actually....gay."

I go quiet at what he says, letting it fully process in my mind before responding. I'm fine with that, it's just not what I was expecting to come out his mouth. Of course I wasn't gonna tell him that I liked dudes too. Not yet at least. I mean, who purposely tells a person you barely know that you're gay? Guess we all have our way of doing things.

"That's fine."

"What, really? Oh my gosh thanks. Please don't tell the guys."

He begs, referring to the rest of the football team. I nod my head with a small smile and put a hand up to my heart.

"You have my word. Hopefully you'll find in you're heart to tell other people one day so you can be yourself around everyone."

I mentally gagged in my head for how fake I was being at the moment. How can I give someone advice that I don't even take myself. At least he had the guts to tell me. Unlike myself who won't even tell my own mother.

"Thanks. Hopefully you're not weirded out or anything."

"Nah I'm Gucci, I'm just glad you chose to tell me."

He smiles sadly at me, looking as though he was about to cry. I immediately go and sit by his side, placing a sympathetic hand on his back.

"Hey hey, what's the matter?"

"It's just that like even my own father doesn't accept me for who I am and here I am telling someone I don't even though that I'm gay and they don't even care to judge me."

I look toward the bathroom door that Dylan had walked through, imagining how he must feel since his parent wouldn't accept him either.

"Well look at it this way. You are you and you should never hide that. You're happiness matters more then other people's sometimes. As long as you're happy then hey, fuck them."

He laughs a bit and I grin, glad that I was finally able to cheer him up a little. Even though I myself should be taking all the advise that I'm giving him. Maybe if I reminded Dylan of this he'd re question his decision of not telling his parents about us. Speaking of my lovely boyfriend, the bathroom door opens and he comes into view a few seconds later.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No, of course not."

I respond quickly after removing my hand that rested on Aaron's back, a tad bit of nervousness cascading through my veins as Dylan narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well um I'll be back. I have to talk to coach about something."

Aaron says before grabbing the key card and striding out the door, probably sensing the tension in the room at the moment.

"What is the matter with you?"

I ask, sort of frustrated with how difficult he has been acting today.

"Why don't you go ask Mr.Blondboy what's wrong with HIM, hmm?"

He questions, rolling his eyes and laying down face first onto the bed that we would be sharing. I stand up with sigh and walk over to his immobile body, laying down next to him and repeatedly poking his cheek.

"C'mon baby don't be like that."

"Stop fucking touching me bitch."

He mumbles into one of the pillows rested neatly on the huge bed. I do the complete opposite and instead wrap my arm around his waist from the back.

"Awe, is Dylan jealous?"

I tease, chuckling as he turns to me with his bottom lip poking out slightly in a pouting manner.

"It's not funny Alex."

"Awe c'mer you big baby."

He nestles into my open arms without hesitation, burying his head into my chest as I begin to run my fingers through his hair and play with it.

"I'm sorry for calling you a bitch and for acting like one."

His apology was muffled by my shirt but I still understood it clearly.

"It's okay. And trust me, you won't have to worry about anyone coming and 'stealing' me from you because you're the only person I love. You're my happy place and my whole world."

I pull him closer to me, pressing my lips to his forehead since he was glancing up at me.

"Awe that's cute....but you're still not going anywhere without me. I don't need anyone looking at you some sorta way when you're mine."

He informs with a small smile before returning his head back to my chest. I chuckle at his proclamation, realizing just how lucky I am to have Dylan in my life.

"What would I do without you?"

"Nothing"

He answers my question that wasn't exactly supposed to be rhetorical, looking up at me with an innocent smile.

"Must you ruin everything romantic I say?"

"Maybe"

I playfully roll my eyes at his response, releasing a long lighthearted sigh.

"I love you"

"Yes, I know. You tell me everyday."

He says chuckling, probably thinking back to how many times a day I've told him that I loved him. It's true and I can't express my love for him enough.

"No, like I really love you. Like marrying you type shit."

He looks up at me for a second before getting out of my grip and sitting up, starring down at me with furrowed brows.

"What are you talking about? Don't joke around with stuff like that Alex."

"I was not joking, I'm serious."

I sit up just as he had and grip his hands in mine, reminiscing one time when we were younger and talking about this topic.

"I'm only 17."

"Not now you idiot. Sometime in the future obviously. I plan to keep the promise I made to you when we were younger which was that's we'd get married when we got older."

His eyes go wide and he makes an 'O' shape with his mouth, apparently now remembering what I was talking about.

"That's a very committing promise."

"I know but trust me, I'll be able to keep it. Now let's get some sleep before practice in a few hours."

I suggest with a small smile. He lays back down and I sling an arm around him.

"What if he sees us like this?"

Dylan mumbles questioningly, followed by a long yawn.

"Trust me, he definitely will not care."

~*~

"Get up sleepyheads! Coach said get ready because we're about to leave soon."

I groan tiredly at the voice, cuddling further into whatever was in front of me. The mystery thing moves against my grip, mumbling discontentedly.

"Alex scoot back, you're squishing me."

Oh, it's just Dylan. I eventually release him from my grasp, yawning loudly while stretching to loosen my joints and muscles.

"At least one of you is fully awake."

Aaron says rolling his eyes, referring to Dylan who had seemingly fell asleep once again. I latch my hand onto his shoulder and begin shaking him awake.

"Dude get up."

It was tempting for me to just lean over and shower his face with kisses so he'd get up but Aaron was here, therefore that's out the question.

"Ugh I hate you guys."

Dylan grumbles, sitting up with tired eyes and major bed hair. I chuckle at his adorable appearance, running my fingers through his hair a couple of times.

"Awe you two are cute."

We both look at him with raised brows, hoping he didn't catch on to that we were dating.

"Uhm, what do you mean?"

I question him cautiously, slowly scooting away from Dylan who had immediately woken completely up because of Aaron's words.

"Oh come onnnn." He starts, dragging the 'N' and crossing his arms.

"You can't expect me to walk in on you guys cuddling and not suspect anything."

He concludes with a grin, showing me a picture he had took that showed Dylan and I wrapped in each others embrace. Not gonna lie, it was pretty fucking cute but that's still creepy.

"I..um we-"

"Don't worry, you're secret is safe with me. It's the least I can do considering you're keeping mine also."

Aaron promises after cutting me off, a hand rested on his chest to emphasize his commitment. Dylan turns to me and glares, grabbing the pillow he was laying on and chucking it at my face.

"Alex this is your fault!"

A/N (Me whenever something goes wrong in my life.)

"Mine? That's so not true!"

I shout back, tossing the pillow at his face just as he had done to me. Before it could escalate any further Aaron hops on our bed and jumps in between us.

"Okay everybody, how about we calm down and just get ready for practice. The game is in a couple hours and arguing isn't gonna make the stress any better."

Dylan rolls his eyes but nods never the less. I mimic his actions and nod my head in agreement, standing up and walking into the bathroom. Why is life so fucking complicating all the time?

"We have fifteen minutes, okay?"

I hear Dylan's soft voice on the other side of the door and I answer back with a simple 'okay'. Hopefully Aaron keeps his promise of not telling anyone about us because if he doesn't,

all hell will break loose.

~*~

"Alright boys! I want you to get out there and do your best but most importantly, have fun! A few college football and sport coaches will be here I heard so maybe if you guys do well, one of them will contact you. Who knows."

Coach says, causing the locker room to erupt into a bunch of cheers. This made me exceptionally happy because I want to go to college specifically for football. Of course I'd want to want to go wherever Dylan goes but we never know what can happen.

"And all the way from Cleveland, Ohio are the all mighty...Eagles! Coming from Englewood high."

The announcer shouts through the mic. Cheers from the audience could be heard inside the locker room, boosting our confidence a ton.

"Alright boys, lets go kick some ass!"

We all charge out the locker room and run through the huge poster that had the print of an Eagle on it, the cheers getting louder as we all made our way to the teams bench. I wish my parents could be here but due to the long drive and them still having work, they couldn't. But I know they're rooting for me. Coach Aaron had told me and a couple other players that we'd be sitting out for a little bit in the beginning.

"Okay, you got this babe. I love you, make me proud."

I whisper in Dylan's ear, grabbing his helmet from him and placing it on his head after he had put his mouth guard in. He nods as coach blows his whistle to get our attention.

"Alright Love birds that's enough. Dylan needs to lets go so they can get on the field."

Our team mates tease us, as always, by 'ooing' as though we had just got caught making out. Pfft, they don't know the half of it.

"Shut the fuck up guys."

I scold, knowing that Dylan was most likely red in the face by now.

"Hands in."

We all place our glove covered hands on top of each other's, shouting 'go Eagles' at the end of coach's count down. The ones going out on the field first look over the play one last time to make sure it was drilled into their heads.

"Now go make me proud boys!"

A school band starts playing as the players from ours and the opponents team run out onto the field. I cross my fingers and shut my eyes, hoping that we do well. 'Have faith Alex' I think silently to myself, blocking out the loud screaming.

"Walker"

I quickly open my eyes at the sound of coach Arron's voice, the noise of the crowd returning.

"You're one of the best players on the team with an amazing attitude and I truly think you'll be noticed by one of these football administrators here. Just wanted to let you know that."

I smile widely at his encouraging words that only pushed me to work harder. He points in the crowd and motions for me to look.

"You see him in the blue suit? He's the assistant coach for Ohio Wesleyan University."

I turn around and glance around for a man in a blue suit, finding him seconds later. He had a clip board in his hand and was writing things down on it.

"Is that really-"

Coach was already five feet away from me and staring out at the field by the time I had turned around. The game was about to start.

"Hut....Hut...hike!"

~*~

"Oh come on! You know you should've called that!"

Coach shouts at the ref, throwing his clip board that had our plays written on it down to the ground. The referee just shrugs and walks away as coach runs a hand through his brown hair that had tons of grey in it.

"Alex get in there, Dylan and Diante take a break. Good job out there."

He says once everyone on the field had finally jogged up to us because he had called a time out. Everyone could sense that he wasn't happy, hell none of us were. It was already towards the end of fourth quarter and we were loosing by five points. I slip my helmet on my head and stand up, squeezing my boyfriends shoulder in reassurance so he'd know how great he did.

We only have about one minute to pull ourselves together. The sun was beaming on us on this cloudless day and we hoped that it would change soon because man was it hot. Coach had put me in at the beginning of third quarter also but he took me out when it ended because he wanted me to 'save my energy' in case