𝔅𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢

S1:E5:P2:

As everyone sat in there seats compensating what Alfie had just asked them.

The door slammed opened and in walked Grayson.

"Oi, dick wad!" He announced his presence making Alfie tense.

"Hello Grayson."

"What's my position?" He asked with a growl.

"You...you want to play?" Alfie asked back in complete shock.

"I'll play for the team!" Stephen quickly commented, only to be ignored.

"I'm only playing cause I want to hospitalize some toffs." Grayson replied with a evil smirk.

"Oh of course! I'm so going to see you on the news one day." (Y/n) commented making him turn.

"Fuck off (L/n)!" Grayson replied with a smirk.

As she stuck her middle finger up in response.

"This doesn't mean we mates, and I still think you're a piece." Grayson quickly returned to Alfie.

"Great, um, but I thought you weren't allowed to play." Alfie asked fearfully.

"Yeah, well I'm back now, innit. Finished serving my ban." He stated proudly.

"Why were you banned?" Alfie asked the bully.

"Off the ball incident."

"What was it? Two footed tackle?" Alfie smirk playfully.

"Arson."

Mr Wicker's smile fell at the boy blunt reply.

"See, that is exactly the kind of passion I'm looking for." Alfie said trying to forget that little comment.

"I think I've found myself a skipper. So, who else wants to join the revolution with me and my buddy frank?"

"You call me that again and I'll firebomb your shed." Frank snapped interrupting Alfie.

"Me and my colleague here, Mr Grayson."

Only to be met with silence from his students.

"We absolutely fucked." (Y/n) whispered to herself.

"No-one?" Alfie asked desperately.

"Please, I'm desperate. What have I got to do to convince you to play?"

Mitchell, Rem Dogg and (Y/n) shared eye contact before smirking wickedly at there teacher.

Everyone was now crowed round Alfie desk as his phone rang.

The students were giggle and smiling when they suddenly started to hear Mr. Wickers new voice mail.

"Hi, you're through to Alfie Wickers."

"Sorry I can't take your call right now, but I'm busy cracking one out to Loose Women."

"No, not Vorderman or McLean."

"I am....stiffen' for McGiffin."

"Please leave a message after the tone."

The room erupted into laughter as Alfie looked mortified.

"All right then, deal." Mitchell agreed well the rest nodded there's heads.

"Okay right, time to hit the pitch. I want to see what you've got in your lockers." Alfie jumped up with excitement.

"A flare gun and some porn?" Mitchell commented as (Y/n) face planted while Rem snorted.

"Not yours." Came the reply of Alfie who looked slightly disturbed.

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