Him vs Her

Chapter 3

A/n:

Updated as promised :D but earlier, you should thank my friend ahah , she was bugging me to update.

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School was finally over. Thank god! But now, I had to wait for my fucking brother to try out for like a whole fucking hour. UGH. I walked to the girls' bathroom, changing into something less sweaty. I put on a striped shirt. Believe it or not, my brother bought me that. He actually had style, weird right? After putting on some short orange shorts, I walked outside to the football field. I was astonished by how large the field was, it literally left me with mouth wide open.

I walked to the field to watch my obnoxious brother tryout. Let's see if he completely sucks and well if he does, free entertainment right? They are currently playing a sweaty, gross, disgusting, can't find any more words to explain the grossness of the game of foot-sweating-ball.

There were some screaming hormonal teenage girls watching the guys. I mean why they wouldn't? Shirtless guys running around ...ABS alert. While it's very amusing, it's still nasty. I mean sweat is disgusting! I looked over at Louis, hoping he'll tell me where his gym bag is because there is no way in hell I am sitting next to screaming girls. I need my ears. I decided to walk up to him, but he noticed and gave me a glare and pointed to his bag. I walked over there and sat my ass on the grass. Well this is boring and I am hungry. I searched through his bag looking for food, because the last time I ate was like at least 7 hours ago. I'm not touching that sickening blob they call food that they serve at the cafeteria. I made a mental note to make lunch tomorrow, so that I wouldn't be this hungry after school. I find some sort of energy bar and shove it in my mouth. I coughed and looked for water, because it tastes horrible. I rummaged through Louis' bag, when I felt someone beside me.

"Umm, Excuse me... is that my bag?" I look up to find some blue-eyed bloke, towering over me. He was shirtless, so I was obviously staring. Sure he was the definition of hunk and what the hell is air? But he's sweaty, shirtless, not to mention hot but I hate SWEATY guys. It's just gross. I realize he just accused me of stealing, and I have to defend myself. He's staring at me, waiting for an explanation so I give him one. He was so masculine. I am NOT joking, but he was like iron man. I haven't said a word to him, but inside my head I have already named our children.

"No it's my brother's for your information..." I said, pointing at my idiotic brother, shaking my head at how immature he is. I can't believe I'm related to that fool "- Since he's making me sit here for another hour, I think that gives me the privilege to help myself to anything in his gym bag, no? Seems fair right?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess that's fair," he says quietly, still chuckling while sitting next to me.

"So did you get in or nah?" I asked him curiously, desperately needing some company. Since he is here I'm guessing he's done trying out.

"Football team?" he questions.

"Yeah, what else?" I tell him with a 'duh' tone, while staring at him and drowning in a pool of droll. He was like the fucking definition of HOT!

"Nah, actually I'm the teams' captain so I don't really NEED to try out," he said sounding like he was bragging. Unless you are the president that shit doesn't impress me.

"Oh, I see," I said, taking a sip of water.

"So that's your brother, huh?"

"Yep, we don't look alike. Do we?" I asked him, kind of shocked.

"Now that you mention it, you kind of do!" He said, chuckling.

"No I don't!" I swatted his arm playfully and he pretended to be hurt yelling