Reign's POV.

I don't know rats shit about football or how it's played but Ariana forced me to attend this one.

For moral support. Her words not mine.

I only agreed because she is actually trying to make things right with me and I appreciate her efforts but then again I feel like I'm just Garrett's replacement.

I am Garrett's replacement.

People are scattered around the parking lot which tells me that the game hasn't started yet.

Damnit.

I'm early.

I make my way to the alley that leads to the bleachers, also known as the hook up spot.

"Reign Miller attends a high school football game, all be damned." Says a guy from English who has his arm wrapped around Daisy Benson's shoulder, the guy's name is Matthew something but I always decide not to acknowledge it because he's an asshole.

I look over my shoulder at them walking next to me.

"Trying new things," I fake a smile.

"You want a sip," Daisy extends her smoothie.

"No thanks," I shake my head.

"It's not booze," She rolls her eyes, "It's mixed berry flavor, I don't like mixed berry," She points out, Matt narrows his eyes at her.

Then why buy it? And why not throw it in the trash?

Sigh.

Someone please shut her up if I take the stupid smoothie.

I let out my hand and she passes the smoothie, she smiles at me as they walk passed me, Matthew sends a wink in my direction and I roll my eyes.

I reach the bleachers and I raise my brows at how full the house is.

People actually like watching sports.

Who knew.

My eyes travel to the football field, Floodlights lighten up the entire place like daytime, I watch as Traditional style bands march on the field while cheerleaders do their backflips and leg sprints, showcasing their abs and perfect bare legs. I smile when I spot Ariana down there too.

She was born to be a cheerleader.

Football players from both teams stand on what I'm guessing is their respective sides.

I continue my journey to find myself a spot on the bleachers, leaping throw the seated crowd and apologizing for stepping on people's shoes.

"Watch it." Says a voice that I do recognize a little too well for my own liking. I look down at the guy who's wearing a black hoodie, I can't see his face but I did hear his voice.

"Richardson?" I ask, feeling a little confused because last I checked, Luke was a football player.

He looks up, peeks even.

"Miller." He's chewing gum.

"Well, shit," I chuckle.

"Move along." He shoos me away with his hand.

He wants me to disappear.

You know what that means right? No? Well, it means that I should not disappear.

I squeeze myself in-between him and the blonde girl he's sitting next to, she squints her eyes at me in annoyance, I narrow my eyes at her in return. She rolls her eyes and scoots over, leaving more room for me.

I wrap my arm around Luke's shoulder just to irritate him more.

Fuck, he smells all nice.

"Did you quit the team?" I take a sip off the smoothie, totally forgetting that I'm not supposed to.

It's actually not that bad.

"No, go away," His eyes are glued to the field.

"Then why aren't you playing?" I ask, staring at the side of his face.

"None of your business," His jaw is moving in slow strokes, so sharp, so manly, so fucking attractive.

When did Luke Richardson become a man?

I don't respond to his statement because I'm too busy staring at the way he's chewing, he slowly turns his head to look at me, my eyes drop to his lips on their own.

Damnit.

"Should I give it to you?" He whispers, the sweet strawberry flavor of his gum hitting my nose. I lift my gaze to meet his eyes.

"Giv-give it, give it what? What is it?" I stutter. He grins, staring at my face from part to part.

"The gum, Reign, I'm talking about the gum." He clarifies.

I internally facepalm.

"No, thanks,"

I retrieve my arm from around his shoulder, clearing my throat and bringing the straw to my lips but he grabs the cup from my hold, taking a sip while keeping eye contact just to irritate me.

Well, the tables turned pretty quickly.

Mrs Collins, our principal stands on the temporary stage which has a microphone on it, she starts talking about tonight's game and all that boring crap that I hardly pay any attention to until she calls Tati Jenkins for the national anthem and steps down from the stage.

Everyone stands up, crossing their hands over their chests, including myself.

Luke on the other hand, he's still sitting down, the drink making slurp noises as he pulls on the straw.

"Dude." I kick his feet, he looks up, his lips still on the straw. "Stand."

He shakes his head like saying no thanks.

For fuck's sake.

I grasp his arm, pulling him up but he's heavy as a rock. He gives in and finally stands, I force him to cross his hand over his chest and he rolls his eyes at me.

Tati sings the national anthem the same way I sing Taylor Swift songs in the shower, with passion and emotion.

We take our seats afterwards and the game commences.

"You think they're gonna do just fine without their quarterback?" I elbow him.

"I play wide receiver?" He squints his eyes at me. "Inconsiderate much?"

"Aw, how inconsiderate of me," I slap my palm against my chest, "FYI? I don't even know what a wide receiver does," I purse my lips. "Mostly because I don't know anything about football and I think football games are pretty lame," I add, shrugging.

"Of course you do," He sighs, getting up and looking like he's about to leave.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Out of here," He responds, placing the smoothie on the bench and turning his back to me.

"And you're not thinking of asking if I want to get out of here too?" I ask after him, he halts, looking back at me.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asks sarcastically.

"Yes, yes I do." I say dramatically, a couple of people turn to look at me questionably. "Calm down, it wasn't a marriage proposal." I say to them as I stand and follow Luke, I see him smile at my statement.

We make our way to the alley, silently walking side by side.

It's almost awkward until we find a couple grinding against each other in the alleyway and Luke playfully covers my eyes with his hand.

"Get off," I shove his hand away, "Get a fucking room!" I shout to the couple, Luke sends me a 'seriously?' look but I ignore him.

I spot the ice cream truck and my insides jump for joy.

"Let's go get Ice cream," I drag his arm towards the truck.

"What are you, three?" He questions, I ignore him again.

We reach the truck and I smile at the middle aged man inside.

"Good evening, what can I get you?" He asks kindly.

"Hi, Uh I'll have a buttered pecan ice cream, dash of caramel in the cone and a lot of sprinkles, please." I order, he nods, shifting his gaze to Luke.

"I'm good, thanks," Says Luke, the man disappears inside truck.

I turn to gape at Luke, he's already staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You're.... a lot."

"Making an ice cream order makes me a lot?" I roll my eyes.

"I'm not talking about the Ice cream order." He says in a low tone, looking away from me.

I keep my mouth shut because honestly? I don't wanna find out what he's on about.

"Here you go," the ice cream man holds out my ice cream.

"Thank you, he's paying." I receive my ice cream and I start walking towards the parking lot, leaving him behind.

"Buttered pecan ice cream is disgusting." He joins me after a minute.

"Really?" I look at him, licking the sweet, creamy ice cream.

"Stop that," He makes a face.

"Stop what?" I lick again.

"Jesus," He shakes his head at me and I laugh.

"Try it," I extend it to his lips, he pushes his head back, "C'mon, Richardson, don't be lame." I push, insisting but he resists. I purposely press the ice cream against his lips.

"Asshole." He says, I snort a laugh.

"It's not funny," he says.

"It is, you look like that one cartoon character." I giggle, "I can lick you clean if you want." I suggest, flirtatiously wiggling my eyebrows.

"Yeah?" He asks, sounding all serious.

"Fuck off, you wish," I unwrap the napkin from the cone and I shove it in his hand.

"Do you wanna go night drinking with me?" He cleans his mouth and doesn't make eye contact.

"Shit like this is gonna make me like you as a person and I really don't want to like you as anything, like at all." My tongue darts out to lick the cream from my lip.

"That's a no then?" He asks, watching my mouth.

"That's a yes, Richardson, keep up," I pat his shoulder.