They say when you graduate high school, all that teenage drama is supposed to be forgotten. Your brain acclimates to a new setting, work, college, living alone. You begin finding out the new realities of what being an adult is supposed to mean, you mature. But apparently, the idea of maturing isn't apparent in the two towns of Greensboro and Georgetown. Two neighboring towns, with the biggest college football rivalry. Greensboro, filled with the rich kids with the easy ins and outs, million dollar mansions, and Louis Vuitton purses. While Georgetown has a little bit less. A community college rather than a University. A run down library, cracked sidewalks, and the people who live there always have to fight to live every day.
Hidden behind the football games, the game winning trophy the teams pass back and forth, and the laughter, hide lies, secrets, and a bit of mystery. Neither schools football teams are all what they appear to be.
I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...