rome and clem

part eight

he's in rome's last class.

his name is carter van huisen.

he's on the football team.

he keeps checking out the skinny blonde whom is sat next to him.

elliot or emma. whatever.

she sends him flirtatious glances, twirling the ripe sun colored hair around her finger as he smirks.

rome rolls his eyes.

why does he need the attention of any other girl when he's dating clem?

rome thinks angrily.

"hey, man, i'm carter." the fuckboy- carter introduced himself suddenly to rome.

rome furrowed his brows at the extended hand in front of his chest. ignoring the gesture with a glare, his eyes flickered up to the sandy-haired boy.

"roman." he replied shortly. scribbling random words in his notebook to look like he was doing something.

"well, roman, you should really think of joining the football team. a couple of our running backs graduated last year and we really need some more...affective players." he snickered like it was an inside joke between the two boys.

rome sighed, a grunt following as he let his pencil fall onto his desk and out of his hands.

"what does this have to do with me?" rome asked, eyes piercing into carters like a threat. he wanted to seem intense. he wanted to effect this boy, negatively. he wanted to make him angry.

"like I said, I think you should join the team." carter shrugged.

elliot glanced back at the two briefly. carter rose his brows at her like saying 'what you looking at?' she flinched and then her eyes were off of the boys.

rome snorted.

"so?"

"so. fuck off." rome replied just as the bell rang.

"wow. so the rumors were right." carter muttered, a grin playing his face as he packed up his things.

"what rumors?" rome didn't care but at the same time..did. he was human somewhere deep down.

"that you're a self centered dick."

rome's lips twitched upwards in a menacingly slow fashion. carter shrugged on his backpack, eyes peering back up to rome's.

"wow. it's a miracle. jocks are smart." rome chuckled deeply.

carter frowned, glaring at rome as he walked out of the room.

and when rome saw carters fists clenched along with his jaw,

he knew he got him fired up. angry.

a job well down, if you ask rome.