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Jason

TheHotOne_LF: I wouldn't have actually cared if you wanted to fuck 😉

Before I could even think - my arm had already swung my phone into the nearest wall. My head was buried Into my hands as a heated blush covered my cheeks. Who the hell does Lex think he is? He's not even that attractive! He's scrawnier than most of the football guys, and his hair is always all over the place! He doesn't care about grades, he smokes weed, he fucks any girl that simply bats their eyes at him! I would have to be either dead or drunk to even think about fucking Lex Fisk.

But then again, I bought that message upon myself - I probably shouldn't have lied about the coach wanting us to work together. I don't know why I even did that! I guess it's just Lex and his manipulative fucking ways, sitting on my lap only to punch me in the face. What a prick! I don't care if he does or doesn't show up. In fact...

I don't care about Lex Fisk at all.

~~~

"I'm going to kill him" I said as I scrunched up the note the little fucker had so kindly written for me.

"Woah, calm down man. You know Lex, he just likes to joke around" Adrian said, his hand resting on my shoulder. We were in the locker room having just finished practice, when Neil waltzed in and handed me a note. And being the trustworthy person that I am, I opened the note.

Dear my beloved serial killer,

I regret to inform you that your most recent scandal involving you and miss Mabel Palmer has officially been terminated.

By my dick.

In other words: I just fucked her, and she said how much better I was than you.

Best penis,

Lex Fisk xoxo

I don't particularly care about Mabel, she was just a one night stand, the things that makes me want to murder the psycho bitchboy is the fact that he thinks he has bragging rights cuz he fucked my sloppy seconds. No offence Mabel.

"Dude, you should know not to get riled up about this! It's Lex, man. It's what he does" Adrian spoke up again. But he doesn't understand why I'm so angry now, and truthfully, I don't know why either. All I know is that I walked into this building, ignoring and not even thinking about Lex, and I wanted to keep it that way. And I thought it would be easy since he didn't show up at school or practice today. But no. Neil shows up with this fucking note and that makes my skin boil. Lex Fisk is a little prick.

"Yeah, you're right. He's not worth getting angry over. In fact, he's not worth much at all" I said, stealing the lynx body spray Adrian was about to use, ignoring his 'hey' and sitting down, it's my body spray anyway.

"Well, I'm sick of him" Paul spoke up, Neil nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah, he thinks he's better than everybody, or at least he acts like it" Adrian huffed.

And from that point on, the group started pitching reasons why they all hate Lex Fisk - and although I agreed with everything they said, I also felt like we barely knew Lex at all. Nobody did. The closest anybody has ever really gotten to Lex is when thier bodies have fused together with his penis inside of them - and that's just sad.

"I bet he's fucking that girl Lola, too. I ways see them together"

"Bruh, I thought she was a lesbian! Damn, if she's going for him then maybe I've still gotta shot" Adrian shouted to the group, making all of them laugh.

"Hey Jason, why are you being so quiet dude. We're talking about your arch nemesis here. Come on, let the anger out" Neil patted me on the head like a dog. God this guy sucks.

"Nah, man. You'll just encourage me to kill him even more" I joked, then got up and began to leave, for some reason all this shit talk about Lex was making me angrier - I dunno. Maybe it was just the mention of his name that keeps getting me riled up. "I'm gonna take my exit, I'll see you guys tomorrow" each one of the guys high-fived me as I made my way out the building, saying thier 'see you later's' as I walked away.

The air was somewhat bitter, goosebumps lightly formed on my skin as I inhaled all the nature that I could. There wasn't much surrounding the school - a few trees scattered here and there, but not much. Unless you count the fake grass on the pitch. The bitterness allowed my brain to calm down for a second or two, to get over the immediate anger I felt at Lex, to remind myself that I don't care about him. And that I shouldn't care about him. And, why should I get angry at someone I don't even care about?

My breathing was just about normal again, my heart rate at a slower pace. So I began to walk towards my car, until I heard a buzz vibrating from my phone.

TheHotOne_LF: Hey creep, turns out I can't come round yours Saturday. Got any time rn?

The temptation to throw my phone came up again. Who the hell does Lex Fisk think he is? Pulling a stunt like that note and now putting me on the fucking spot. And why the fuck can't he make it Saturday anymore? God, he just makes life way more difficult then it has to be.

I get into my car before I even think about answering him. Just in case I needed to drive quickly in order to run him over if I were to see him.

Jasonmyers69: After that lovely note? I think the fuck not. Don't bother turning up at all - I will gladly make sure coach is disappointed in you.

Honestly, I didn't think Lex would make the effort at all to message me. He's not even that into the sport - just complains all the time.

TheHotOne_LF: Dude, seriously? This is the only free time I have. If we actually need to do this shit then I'd rather get it done now. Besides, if we don't do it, we both get into trouble.

If the coach actually wanted us to work on the matches, he'd definitely be disappointed. But he doesn't. Although, this could be a golden opportunity to get back at the little shit.

Jasonmyers69: Fine. Meet me at mine. 16 Palmer Drive, and be there by 4:30 - don't be late.

TheHotOne_LF: You got it chief!

~~~

When I heard a knock at my door at 4:23 I was definitely surprised. Not only did he show up, but he showed up early?!

"Nice house, definitely fit for a serial killer" was Lex's ever so nice greeting. And of course I slammed the door in his face.

When he knocked again I hesitated to open it, but remembered the only reason he was here was because I'd made up a stupid fucking lie yesterday - and therfore this is my fault and far too embarrassing to admit that the coach never wanted us to go over the playbook. And for what reason? I don't even know! So essentially, I had no choice but to answer the door.

"Nice house" is what he left it as this time, and so I begrudgingly let him into the house with a grumble.

"Let's go up to my room, it's a better working space" I said already turning and going up the stairs.

"So forward! Buy me dinner first, jeez" Lex said dramatically, his hand on his heart. I just rolled my eyes at him and continued walking up the steps, well, more accurately stomping up the steps.

When we reached my room I felt somewhat shy - as if he would judge me about my room being covered in sports posters. Or more so the fact that I was a teenage boy with a spotless room. My bed was made, my carpet hoovered, all the clothes nicely put away in my wardrobe. Not even a single sock had escaped it's captivity from my drawers. Even my desk had a lack of coffee stains or loose pieces of paper. I was surprised it didn't reek of chemicals, or maybe it does and I've just gone nose blind.

"Do you even really live here?" Is what he said, and I couldn't help but wonder if I actually did live here. The room wasn't me, and if Lex Fisk realised that straight away, then maybe I should change it around.

"Shut up" is what I said instead, closing the bedroom door and leading Lex to the desk where I'd drawn up some fake game plans.

I watched as he plonked himself onto my desk chair and stretched his legs out, wiggling his toes as he did it. He reminded me of a cat when it stretches, perfectly ready to make itself at home. I was almost scary how cat-like Lex can be - he's evil, he will scratch, he's lazy and if you go pspspspsps he'd probably come to you. That being said, it's almost endearing. And his hair is sticking up right now, pointing like cat ears. It's so tempting to just... Smooth them down.

"Yo, serial killer. These plans are horse shite" Lex snapped me away from my thoughts, pointing at the definitely real game plans.

"How?" I looked over at the paper, I thought I'd made the plans quite well earlier, so it's not likely that there's a mistake.

"Here" he pointed "we're better off starting with Adrian rather than Karl. Adrian is quicker on the ball and could easily get us a goal within the first ten minutes. Since Adrian usually comes on the pitch after half-time it will put the other team off. We'll have a better shot. Karl can come on as a sub for when Adrian's performance starts lacking - we know he doesn't have the best endurance on the pitch" Lex finished. And I hate to admit that he was making sense. I hate to admit even more that he was right.

"Yeah. Okay. That makes sense" was all I managed to choke out.

"Oh, and here too" Lex pointed at the paper again. This time at his own name and number. "Put me further back, I have more of a shot at defending closer to our goal if the other team get the ball first. I'm speady and I can tackle better then the guys already back there. And you need to be further forward, your our best attacker. No point in you standing in the middle of the pitch. Switch with Aaron - he has a better pass for if the ball gets dragged back"

I hate this. I didn't actually expect him to be helpful. He usually just sits there during practice, not paying attention half the time. He's not supposed to be good at this.

"Okay. Thanks" I bit out.

"Did you just thank me?" he asked as if it was the most mind-blowing thing he'd ever heard.

"Yes, I said thanks. Because you're actually being helpful and it would be rude not to thank you"

"Okay okay. No need to sound aggressive" he chuckled, holding his arms up in surrender before turning back to the sheet.

We spent around another hour on the game plan, fixing things and discussing who would be best where - I even got some praise from Lex about some of my inputs. Although he said the praise rather jokingly, but it was praise nonetheless.

"Wanna drink?" I asked him once we'd finished.

"Yeah, sure, I could use a pick me up"

"not alcohol Lex. I only have coke or water" I chuckled at his disgusted face.

"You poor, alcohol deprived child" he said, wiping a fake tear from his face. Making his own way out of the room and down the stairs as if it were his own house. I had to hide a smile at his antics - as well as stop thinking about Lex as a cat. Even though he very much a cat.

I don't really like cats though. And I definitely can't tolerate Lex Fisk - his helpfulness today does not change anything. Nor does the smile on my face as I watch him rummage through the kitchen - pouring two glasses of coke as well as a bowl of cerial for himself.

What a little prick.