Gray and Allison

The Game

Gray POV

Gray leaned back in his chair, slouching down low like he always did. No matter how many times Ms. Henderson told him to keep his back straight, he'd never listened. Life was too short for crap like that. He flicked his pencil in the air and caught it. No big deal. He was so bored! It was free time and the teacher left for a drink of water. Sure, he could read a book, but reading was so boring. Just like his life. Hey, all he asked for was some excitement, some drama. Is that too much? Yeah probably in this soul-sucking excuse of a school. The class buzzed with chatter, but he had his eyes on the one person who would never look at him.

Allison

She was sitting at her desk, her hair tied in that perfect ponytail. Of course, It wasn't perfect, but it was to him. It was just the right amount of mussy and lopsided that gave her that imperfect feel. Like she was human and not perfect. Unlike what her personality seemed to say. She talked with her volleyball friends. Then he heard her laugh hard at something. Her laugh was different, but not in a weird way. It was subtle, perfect, and real. It was different than how the other girls laughed. But then again, Allison wasn't like most girls (GUYS I KNOW THIS TROPE IS SO OVERUSED BUT REMEMBER THIS IS A JOKE-)

He tossed his pencil in the air again, but it hit against the wall and bounced. 

Straight. At. Allison. Oh no.

The pencil smacked her in the back of her head and the second it connected, she swiveled around and looked at him, and let me tell you, if looks could kill, he'd be dead as that rabbit my dog killed 2 months ago. She looked like she would spike a volleyball right at his face. Gray grinned, trying his best to pull off an 'I'm so- cute; please- don't be mad- at -me' smile.

"Hey Allison!" he called out across the room. "You're looking sharp today. Did it hurt?" The girls around her giggled, but she glared at him and sneered, "When you launched a freaking pencil at my head? Because, yeah, it did hurt! Did you seriously decide to throw a pencil at me?"

"Nah, it flew there by itself. Gravity's weird like that, y'know?" He smirked as he winked at her. She rolled her eyes. She always did that when he talked. Gray felt his heart sink. Even though he'd never admit it, he liked flirting with her and did it for more than laughs. He meant something by it. But Gray Dawson does not give up easily

Lunchtime

Gray spotted her sitting with her volleyball group, talking about their game Friday night. This was his chance! Gray grabbed his tray and sauntered over there, looking confident. He made a mental note the next time he talked to her to smooth out his clothes, but it was too late for that now. "Mind if I sit here?" He asked, plopping next to Allison before she could send him away. 

Her friend Rachel smirked and elbowed her, teasing, Gray's here; guess what that means?" Gray responded, "It means you should all be honored to be in my presence?" he teased. "More along the lines of 'trouble.'" Rachel laughed. Allison shot him a look but at least she looked at him. Improvement. 

"Gray, what do you want?" She sighed and rolled her eyes again. This was his opening "Well, you've been on the volleyball team forever, but I bet you've never had someone cheer for you the way I could," he oh-so-coyly suggested. Yep, he was going to blow it. 

She blinked at him, clearly confused by whatever it was he was suggesting. "Your point being?" She asked him, clearly annoyed with him. "Well, it's simple. I will attend your game and be your cheerleader. You spike, I scream. You score; I lose my mind. You win, I win, everyone wins. I get to hang out with you, and you get my magical cheer charms on your side. Simple babe." he said

She stepped on his toe. It hurt, but hey, physical interaction. 2 points gray, 0 points embarrassing. "If you call me 'babe' again, I will kick you where the sun doesn't shine." God, he found it so cute when she was feisty. All her friends started to giggle, but Allison just smiled confidently "Tell you what, if you come to my game and I win, I'll let you sit with me at lunch next week, deal?" 

Gray grinned. It had worked! "No takesies backsies?" she sighed and answered "No...takesies backsies" and rolled her eyes. 

Friday couldn't come soon enough.