One Of The Guys

Chapter 15

******Jake POV******

I can't believe Tay kissed me. She probably did it for the whole girlfriend act. But I don't know, maybe she doesn't think of me as only a best friend.

"Shhhh. It's starting." Zach says. So we quiet down and I keep my arm around Tay. We eat all our snacks, they're delicious. And the movie is really good. When it's over, we say goodbye to the guys and walk out, hand in hand.

"Sooooooo." I say.

"I'm sorry." Taylor bursts out. "I know we're just friends and I did it for the guys which is kinda stupid when you think about it. But they wouldn't leave us alone about it." She rambles.

"It's fine. But..." I laugh.

"What?" She asks, preparing herself for the worst.

"You're a good kisser." I say, laughing. She laughs too. And just like that, its not awkward anymore.

It's always been like that for us. I don't know why, it just is. When we pull in, I realize the creep is gone. We walk in and get ready for bed.

"We have school tomorrow." I say, groaning.

"I know. And the team. I have a feeling that I made things worse." Tay says, also groaning. I just laugh.

"Night." I say, walking into my room.

"Night." Taylor replies.

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I wake up at 6:30 when my alarm goes off, realizing that there was no nightmares from Taylor last night.

"Tay!!!" I call.

"What?" She asks, rushing into my room.

"You didn't have any nightmares last night." I scream.

"Oh my god. I didn't." She says, excitement written all over her face. I laugh because she looks so stupid like that.

We get ready for school and I grab a Pop Tart on our way out. The day flies by. When you focus on one thing, it's like nothing else matters. Before I know it, Taylor is racing me to the football field. This morning, we explained to the guys that we weren't dating and that it was only for show.

"Alright, boys and Taylor. Let's get started." Coach Wilson says. We run through some plays.

"Okay let's do a scrimmage." He yells.

"Sir, yes, sir." We all yell.

*********Taylor POV********

He tells Zach, Alex, Jake, Timmy, Matt, Blaine, and a bunch of other guys that I'm too lazy to name, to go on one half. And a bunch of guys and I on another half.

"Okay. They know the plays, so I say we run through some of them and see how it goes. If it doesn't go well, then we'll make up our own plays. Got it?" I ask. They all nod and go out to their positions. I call them into a huddle again on the field.

"Let's run sweep. I'll call out Blue42, Red11." I say. They nod again. I got all the less experienced guys. Sure, most are first string, but still.

The other team kicks off to us and we take off running. Our HB takes off running with the ball, dodging most of the defenders. We get to the 30 yard line.

"Blue42, Red11!!!!" I scream. Our LG and RG run towards the line of scrimmage. While our HB takes the hand off from me and he runs parallel to the line of scrimmage. His blockers lead the way around the end.

We get 5 yards away from a touchdown before our HB is sacked, hard. I hustle over to him and pull him up.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. I just got the wind knocked out of me." He replies, his name is Brock. I give a thumbs up to Coach, who is looking at me expectantly.

"Okay, guys. I'm gonna fake a pass to Brock and pass it out to Kyle instead. Then Kyle will run it the 2 yards and score. I'll yell Blue14. Got it?" I ask. They all nod.

"Blue14." I scream once I'm in position. I receive the ball and fake a pass to Brock, causing them to shift towards him. Leaving Kyle wide open, I throw a perfect spiral to Kyle and Kyle runs the 2 yards needed for a touchdown.

Jake dives for him and tackles him, but Kyle's upper half lands in the end zone. Kyle spikes the ball and does a little happy dance. Then we kick off to them.

By the time practice is over, my team won 21-14 and we're dripping in sweat. It was close, but we still won.

"Now that's a football game!" Coach yells.

"Go get showered and changed. You guys stink even you Taylor, put on some perfume." He says, walking away. We laugh while we walk towards the locker rooms.