✓ 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝟏

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t h i r d p e r s o n

daniel has always liked soccer. not because all of his friends played it, but because it's just something fun he does in his spare time with family.

he has recently been accepted into the school soccer team. he was extremely happy when his father got the note home saying that he had made it.

the only thing that he's not looking forward to is the game tomorrow. they have practice today after school, and it's last period.

not only is he nervous, but worried too. he's worried that he's going to mess up, and that corbyn besson will make fun of him even more.

the bell goes for the end of the day and daniel practically sprints out of the classroom. he makes his way to the boy's locker room and gets into his school soccer kit immediately.

"look who it is. daniel seavey," he hears from behind him. he turns around, recognising the voice as none other then corbyn's.

"you better not fuck up the game tomorrow, seavey. if you do i'm making sure you get kicked off of this team for good," corbyn spits.

"what if we loose and it's your fault, besson. then what will you do," daniel retorts.

corbyn scoffs, "i have never lost a game for the team, and i don't plan on it either. the only way that we're loosing is because of your terrible skills."

"you don't know me, corbyn," daniel says through gritted teeth, "you haven't even seen me play! i could very well be better than you."

corbyn pushes daniel up against his locker, grabbing hold of his collar.

"there is no way that you are better than me, daniel. go and fu-"

"just fucking kiss him already, corbyn. we can all see how much you want to," jonah laughs with his two friends zach and jack.

daniel rolls his eyes, "just let go of me, corbyn. it's not going to make you any bigger of a person if you beat me up."

corbyn lets go of daniel's collar, turning around and giving his three friends all death stares.

"you can all go suck a dick," corbyn snaps.

zach chuckles, "i already do," he says placing a hand on the back of jack's neck a pulling him into a passionate kiss.

"okay stop making out in the locker room, save that for later," corbyn says, rolling his eyes.

"when are you going to stop being such an arsehole and just tell him how you feel?" jonah asks quietly.

"jo, i don't know. i'm scared," corbyn whispers, rubbing the back of his neck.

"do it after the game at the pizza place then. we're playing spin the bottle at my house as always afterwards and i'll make sure you get daniel," jonah winks before waking off.

❂

"and the west-end tigers have won!"

all of the team runs up to daniel, apart from corbyn. they lift him up, cheering and shouting 'well done'.