Chapter 4

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I nod to my friends as they walk out of Titus's class

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I nod to my friends as they walk out of Titus's class. Once everyone is out, he shuts the door as usual. I've been in lunch detention all week and honestly it hasn't been that bad. He's been trying to use the time to get to know me. Except for yesterday when he had to spend the time grading papers, but I didn't mind, it let me catch up on some of my other classes. Today is different because I'm a little wired since it's my first game of the season. I can't wait to be on the field fucking shit up. I know we're going to win. Our team is a beast.

"Have dinner with me tonight" he says breaking me from my thoughts.

"I'm sorry what?" I look up at him like he's fucking crazy.

"Dinner tonight."

"I have a game tonight and the after party."

He takes the seat in front of me, "no drinking."

"Yeah sure" I roll my eyes.

He grins at me, "come over when you're done. You shouldn't have a problem getting there since you won't be drinking."

"I'll see what I can do. I make no promises."

Did I just agree to spend the night with this man? He smiles widely as if he realizes that I've agreed too. Can I really do the no drinking? Maybe I'll just drink a little then follow it up with juice or something and he'll never know. Which brings the bigger question. Why the hell do I care if he knows or not. He's not my father, just my annoying mate that's starting to grow on me.

"Are you coming to the game?" I'm curious.

"Didn't plan on it." He eyes me, "did you want me to come?"

"It's up to you, I won't be mad if you don't if that's what you're asking. Do you not like football?"

"I love football, just don't plan to spend my Friday night at school."

I nod, "that's understandable."

That's basically his whole damn day here. I wouldn't want to do that either if I was him. It doesn't matter to me about him coming because I'll see him after the game anyway. It's probably better that way anyway, less pressure.

"If I come over, it's going to be late. I don't want to keep you up."

"You're coming." Damn he saw right through my cop out. I don't need to get shitfaced in order to have fun. I can do this.

** ** **

I walk into the house with Jeremy and people automatically shout giving us daps and side hugs. We won tonight, the final score being twenty-four to twelve. "My boy kicked ass tonight!" Jer shouts as we make our way to the kitchen.

"No, you kicked ass bro!" I shout clapping his back. He pops his shirt causing us to laugh loudly. He hands me a red solo cup filled with beer before getting one for himself.

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