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| Three Pointers And Sabotage |

Alexander Blade
Friday, November 20th

I rounded up my team together for the assignment of roles. We had a team that consisted of 16 people; including me, Allison, Mia, Liam, and Jasper. Zach and Eliza got reluctantly placed on the blue team, which had one more player than us. It didn't matter very much, considering our win was inevitable.

As we picked up our flags from the rack, Zach made a slicing motion across his neck with his finger, sending me a deadly glare. I flick him off and place my blue belt around my waist. As I look up, I make eye contact with Ally, who blushes and turns away.

Why the fuck is she so cute?...

I was beyond mad about the incident on Tuesday. Even though it wasn't even her fault, it upset me that she didn't tell me about her and Dylan earlier. It angered me to think about the possibility of her still having feelings for the scumbag. My mate was mine and nobody else was allowed to be with her. It angered me just to think of another male's hands on her. My wolf growled in agreement.

I assigned six people, including myself, Liam, and Mia on offense. Then the rest of the team was lead by Allison and Jasper. I could tell that Zach was planning with the other jocks on the offensive line to attack. Eliza was with them, sporting a serious game face. She may look high maintenance and sophisticated, but she's fine with breaking a nail or two in the name of sports.

I snuck up behind Allison, who was conversing with Mia and yelled, "Boo!" In her ear. She jumped forward, almost knocking over Mia. She held her hand over her chest and was breathing deeply.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Xander. Can you be more childish?" She breathed.

"Oh Xander, can you be more childish?" I mimic in a childish manner. Whenever I'm around her, I'm just looser and happier. Something about her that I can't explain.

"Shut up before I smack that smirk right off of your pretty boy face," she threatens. I cower backward in sarcastic fear. She glares at me and puts on her flag.

"Hey, if I score fifteen points straight, will you kiss me?" I ask will a charming smirk. It was meant to seem like a joke, but I really did want to feel her soft lips on mine. She drives me crazy and I can't control it.

She shoots me a disapproving glance as she 'thinks' about it. I hope that she wanted to kiss as much as I did. She pokes her tongue out to lick her lips and I clench my jaw in an effort to control myself.

The whistle blows. Liam, Mia and I take off toward the other team's football. It was heavily guarded with people. But it was mainly Chelsea and her friends, who were just checking their nails and twirling their hair. Chelsea took the time to send me a flirty look as I ran past her.

I scoff and scoop up the ball. A few people try to grab my flag, but I dodge them swiftly. As I'm halfway to the other side, I the other jocks take notice that I am considerably close to scoring a point. They run full speed toward me and form a tight wall in my path that I need to get through, but there's no way I would be able to do that while running. I pick up speed and run as fast I can toward the wall and jump over them.

Several sets of hands reach up for my flag, but they all barely graze me and miss. I land a foot behind them and continue running. When I get to the line between the sides, I look for someone to kick the ball to. If you just run the ball over, it's only one. If you throw it over, it's two. If you kick it over, it's a full three points. Now I just needed a person who could catch.