Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other

(4) we need to meet

Some of Ben's ideas were absolutely ridiculous. Some sound like they could work, some sound awesome. But, Rye thought, they had to discuss terms. Do's and Don'ts, where lines were exetera. Boring if you ask him. This year the meeting would be more interesting, Rye usually sent Ben to meet and the other captain - Andy he thought his name was- sent Sam. This year Rye had agreed to be the person in the meet-up, he was not sure why. He guessed he just wanted to actually talk properly to some of the hockey boys. The school did everything they could do to keep the two teams apart.

If one captain was meeting he supposed the other captain would also have to meet. Walking to school gave Rye plenty of time to think over things. He had seen glimpses of the other captain, hear his name muttered in reverence. The mystery surrounding him drew people in, Rye would like to meet and see what all the fuss was about. It was odd that he had never really seen him. Rye knew all the other boys by their faces at least. But their captain was a complete mystery to him. He had a plan on how to organize the meeting between him and Andy, he had walked into school early in the hopes of seeing which car was his. He would leave a note on it and then they could meet.

Rye, who did want to win, but did not much care for the idea of prank week, was just getting this sorted for the rest of his team. He knew that they would want to plan their pranks and finalize ideas as soon as possible. In order to do that, he had to make sure that they knew what was acceptable and what was absolutely unacceptable. if a team crossed the lines then they would automatically lose. The prank week was a huge part of each year, ridiculous as it was. He knew that as soon as he put the envelope on the car, the whole school would be alive with whispers of the games that were to follow.

It was a good two-mile walk from his house into the school, but he dare not ask any friends for lifts in case they found out about him. A drop off at the border was acceptable, but all the other boys were picked up right outside of their homes, and he would look strange just being dropped off by a random road. He did not want those questions. Not now, not ever.

The sky was an ominous gray, threatening to rain at any moment. It made the air heavy and dense. Rye did not like this weather one bit, but he could not escape the sky, so he just shrugged the uncomfy feeling off of him and walked through the school gates. He wanted luck to be on his side, he knew that Andy was always early, so he had to get there at a time so he could see his car. There was an old bench just outside the carpark, Rye decided to trust the rickety thing with his body weight as his feet were sore from his walk already, he did not have to wait long for the other boy to arrive. He drove a black ford and parked it in the far corner of the park, despite all the spaces closer to school being empty. Satisfied that he had the information he needed Rye got up and headed into school. The only place he could even think about going at this time was the common room. It was so early even the school library was not open yet.

That led to the question of; why was Andy here this early, every day? Why did he even care, Rye shoved the thoughts of the mystery boy to the very back of his brain. He did not need that buzzing around his head this early in the morning. Rye then thought, against all of what he just thought to himself, that he had not even gotten a look at Andy. He had not waited long enough. He had heard he had light hair like golden sunsets and eyes that reflected the grayest skies. He did not believe that this boy had the features that were described to him, after all, the girl who described him was a hopeless romantic. After all, it was Shelly Newman. Ben's girlfriend of two years. The 'love of his life'. Ridiculous.

Nobody has time for love, it just corrupts and then is discarded in favor of hate. He had learned that from his father. Not only that, but Theo did not want to love. IT was one of the reasons he did not open himself up to anyone. After all, if you give your trust to nobody, then nobody can hurt you. Rye was done being hurt, so he pushed people away. But what nobody would ever know, is how much he wanted love, but refused to actually let himself trust enough to love.

Rye had a free period the first lesson, he decided that that time would be ideal to put the note on the black ford. It was very unlikely that Andy would return to his car before the end of the school day, but if he put it on sooner rater than later, he could get the stress of the meeting off of his mind. The only thing he could do between now and putting the note oon his care was to actually write the damn thing.

He would not be too specific or long, Rye wanted to just be simple in what he used in terms of vocab as well. Did not want to seem too try-hard. It needed to be short enough to reflect his 'I don't care' attitiude. He picked up a sheet of paper and the envelope he was going to use. On the front of the envelope he wrote; 'We need to meet'. That was the phrase that every prank week really began with. Whether it was a note, or a message or even face to face. That was used every single year.

The note was as follows:

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A-

In between the Hockey pitch and Football pitch.

5pm today.

-R

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It was simple, to the point and plain. Completely devoid of emotion, just how Rye liked it. He slid the note into the envelope just as the bell went. Shit, how much time had he spent thinking about Andy and the note? Why did he feel the need to be impressive to the complete stranger. Dammit, he didn't care. Ryan Beaumont cared about nobody, nothing. As the bell rand for first period he slipped out of the common room and headed to the black ford. He made a huge show of it, holding the envelope so that every passer-by could read the worlds. A crwod began to follow him, the atmosphere tingled qith excitemtent. Rye walked over to the ford and slid the envelope under the wiper. This sort of thing happened every year, but there was something very different about this year. This year it was the two captains that were meeting. The two golden boys. This year soemthing was going to be different, everyine felt it, but nobody knew what it was going to be.

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