My Roommate, My Enemy (BXB) On Hold

Chapter Six (EDITED)

De'Andre p.o.v.
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Ugh. I look at the clock from studying to see that I only have around 45 minutes until the first official practice. I close my notebook and get up from my desk. As I turn around, I see Sebastian doing the same thing. I politely ignore his presence and grab my soccer bag.

With a scoff, I hear him grab him, but I hurriedly leave our room so I would not have to be his shadow like this morning.
For some reason, I hear him hurry, and he is by my side the next thing I know.
" We can walk to practice together, Not becuase I want to be friends, But becuase I am hoping that your presence will keep Tucker away from me," He says in a rush.
"Whatever, but walk behind me," I say smugly.

"I am not doing that," he says, walking beside me and following my pace.

I get defensive and say, "Well, I am just saying becuase I had to walk behind you before class."

" You did that on your own. I never said to walk behind me. You are getting a bit defensive now, so let us end that conversation and walk to practice, okay?"
We walk silently to the field, not even glancing in one another's direction.
We finally get there in record time and enter the locker room. Of course, we are the only ones here. I roll my eyes and look for my name on one of the lockers.
Since today is an official practice day, we have been assigned lockers, and to my luck, of course, the last name Peter is right next to mine.
Looking over, I see Sebastian is just as disappointed.

"Hey, De'andre, when we are in soccer mode, let's call a truce and leave everything behind," he said, looking at me.

"Well, even though I was not the one who started the animosity, I agree," I say smugly as I start to change.

"Hey, boys, you guys are early," the coach says as he enters his office.

We started walking to the coach's office like children, taking our attention off each other, pushing and shoving each other to see who could get the door first.
"Since I am going to be the team's future captain, you should let me through first," Sebastian says, peacocking in front of the coach and shoving me hard but not too hard to cause injury.

"Who says you're going to be captain? That requires people to like you, which, in your case, nobody does," I say smugly, backing up a bit.
As he misses me with his shove, he falls forward and looks back at me, flustered and red.

"Who cares if........." He starts to say

"Boys, that's enough entertainment for today; you both are amazing players. I was hoping you could do me a favor and start setting up the field for me. Our soccer managers dont start until next week. I would appreciate it," He says, looking at us, amused at our action.

Flustered, we mutter an okay coach and leave his office in a hurry.

" Stay away from me. You're making me lose face in front of those important to my college career," Sebastian says, upset.

I swear this boy has a bipolar disorder; he goes from let's get along when we're on the field to fuck you. He is getting on my nerves with his wishy-washy personality. It usually is not like me, but I want to hurt his feelings by making this boy cry. I came here with a one-track mind, but this boy gets to me.
I have always been good at letting things go and not holding onto irrelevant things; for crying out loud, I was in foster care. But I have never had someone be on me like this. Maybe it is becuase he was my idol.

"STOP the bullshit, Sebastian; I am SICK AND TIRED of your fucking delusional personality. How about you leave me the fuck alone."

I walk away from him, grabbing all the equipment I need to bring to the field and struggle a bit.