Tyler's POV:
I went to practice every single day. And every single day Max made my heart jump with his wordless actions. On Tuesday Max decided it would be a good idea to make me run suicides the whole hour and a half. On Wednesday he decided to make me do push-ups till my arms practically fell off. And each day he waited until I was done changing, to take me to the parking lot. Can't say I was excited to go back to practice on Thursday after school, but I can't say I wasn't either.
"Hurry up, Tyler!" he yelled as I jogged out onto the field.
After an hour of his yelling, practice ended and I began dragging my feet over to the locker room.
"Tyler," Max yelled and I almost collapsed. I could feel my body giving up on me and the butterflies in my stomach forcing me to turn around.
"Yeah?" I yelled back, stumbling back onto the field.
"Get back here," he yelled and I caught a glimpse of him taking his shirt off. My butterflies pushed me further. "I'm not done with you yet."
I finally made it to the field and found him standing there, shirtless, waiting for me.
"High knees," he commanded but my brain refused to register the idea of doing more exercise.
"What?" I asked confused, still stumbling.
"High knees!" he yelled and I did as he said, ignoring the burning sensation in my legs and suppressing the butterflies in my stomach, floating up to my face, making me blush. "Higher!"
"Why?" I panted.
"I don't need slackers on my team tomorrow," he said and watched me suffer. "Higher!"
After a minute of high knees, he let me stop and I nearly collapsed as I got down on my hands and knees trying to steady myself.
"Are you tired?" he asked whispering into my ear.
"Yeah," I admitted and sighed. "Can I go home now?"
"You're funny," he said and kicked me over so I was on my back. "Sit-ups. Go!"
"Fuck!" I winced, clenching my side where he'd kicked me. "What the fuck man!"
"I'm sorry," he said kneeling by my side. He lifted up my shirt to look at the bruise he'd left on my side. I blushed and looked away as I felt his fingers graze my skin. "Damn."
"Can I go home?" I said trying to escape... this.
"Look," he said, seeming defeated. I turned to look at him. "I just wanna help you, for the game tommorrow."
"That makes sense," I said and winced in pain as I tried to sit up. "But I'm good. I'm ready."
"Take off your shirt," he said and my face flushed red. I lookd up into his eyes and his face flushed too.
"W-what?" I asked, choking on my words.
"I wanna see if you have any other bruises," he said and pulled my shirt up even further.
"O-ok," I said shakily and pulled the rest of it off. I layed back on the ground.
His eyes roamed my skin as his hands glided against it. he slowly caressed the bruise on my side.
"Does it hurt when I touch it?" he asked and his face flushed red as his eyes met mine.
"Kinda," I said and winced as he pressed his hand against my side. "I'm fine tho."
I tried to push his hand off of my side, but instead my hand froze ontop of his. He moved his other hand ontop of mine and pulled his other hand away from under it. He took his now free hand and slowly made his way up my torso to my neck, resting his hand on my face. I gulped as I watched him lick his lips, while bringing his other hand up to my shoulder.
"Max," I said bringing my hand up from my side, where it was still frozen, and tried to pull his hand off my face. the minute my hand made it to his, however, it froze again.
He leaned closer and closer to me, his eyes shifting between my eyes and my lips. I sat up on my elbow, further closing the distance betwen our lips.
"Maxie!" I heard and Max scrambled away from me.
"Hey baby," he said and jogged over to Sasha, who was "jogging" towards him.
I grabbed my shirt and began walking off the field. I felt Max's eyes on me as I walked by him, hugging Sasha. I waved at Sasha and walked into the locker room. The minute I was in there alone, the butterflies came flooding back and I sat down to compose myself. What if Sasha hadn't walked onto the field? What if we kissed? My fingers tangled in my hair as my head hung in my hands. Why did I like it?
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A/N
This is kinda short but it's important for the story. Also I will not be doing Sasha POV's cuz I don't like her tbh. lol <3
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