Carter.

17.

The rest of the game went by really fast honestly. Grayson found me in the bleachers before the kickoff and winked at me before he put his helmet on. He played nearly the entire half along with Brock. Sam and Turner are also on the team but they don't get very much playing time.

Our school ends up winning with a shut out, the other team never scored. It's called a shut out in soccer, I don't know if that term carries over to football or not. I don't know if that's because the other team sucks or we're really good but either way the crowd goes crazy when it's over.

Emma pulls me on the field, along with Ruby and Charity.

"I still can't believe you and Grayson Matthews are dating, that's crazy." Charity says to me, not in a mean way just in an amazement type of way.

"Same here." I laugh while looking around for Grayson. It really is wild we're dating.

"Wait really?" Charity looks me in my eyes clearly confused.

"Yeah, he's way out of my league." I shrug, I'm sure everyone's thinking it too. I mean it is the truth.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that. You're equally as hot as him, I just mean like social ladder wise. He's like the top of the popular group and he's only a junior. And I honestly wouldn't even know who you are if Em wasn't my best friend." I'm honestly confused whether I should be offended or if that was a compliment.

I choose to take it as a compliment, I mean she must think I'm drop dead gorgeous if I'm equally as "hot" as Grayson.

I laugh a little, "Thanks I guess Charity. It just proves that popularity is irrelevant." I shrug as her mouth opens a little.

"Popularity isn't irrelevant! It makes up the social-"

She's cut off by my slight scream when arms wrap around my waist. The familiar smell of Grayson mixed with his sweat meets my nose as he kisses my neck.

"Hey babe." He murmurs into my neck, I don't miss the look on Charity's face before I spin around to face him. It was a mix of aww and jealously.

"You played so good!"

"Only cause I knew you were out there." I push him back slightly at his words, what a smooth talker.

"Whatever, you were playing good before I got here."

"Only because I knew I'd be seeing you later tonight."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes at how ridiculous he sounds. As if I could ever effect his playing that much.

"Let me take a picture of you two!" Emma cheers from behind us.

I look up at Grayson, "We don't have to if you don't want to." Emma can be a bit much.

"Nah, I definitely want a picture!" He sends me a cheesy smile and we pose for some pictures.

"Look at that, Brock wasn't lying!" Sam booms as him and the other boys walk over.

"Why would I lie about that?" Brock rolls his eyes at Sam.

"I don't know man, to give Gray an excuse to not come to the party tonight." Sam responds while raising his eyebrow at Grayson.

"Yeah about that... I don't think I'll be making an appearance after all..." Sam raises his hand in the air to stop him from talking.

"I know, in fact we all know. You're wayyyy to whipped for that."

"He is not whipped!" I protest while Ruby and Charity just laugh.

"Oh no, I definitely am babe." Grayson's arm has been comfortably resting on my hip and he gently squeezes it. "But I'm not mad about it." He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. I can't help but melt a little at his words.