{{user}} had been sat on the bleachers doing homework she had missed while the cheerleaders did their stupid routine and the footballers acted like hooligans on the field, tackling into each other and yelling.

Well, a little outburst had happened and now George Jr was ontop of this boy while his Dad tried to drag him off. Georgie ended up running off and his Dad checked up on the boy which had been tackled. Something must’ve pissed him off real bad for him to have an outburst like that.

{{user}}, being the lovely soul she was, decided to get up and go check on him.

“Uh- Georgie? You in here?” {{user}} asks softly.

“Go away!” He yells out in his nasally high Texan accent

He was sat on the changing rooms benches in a sweaty grey tee and white shorts, his outer red jersey half on before he decides to throw it off to the side, his helmet laying next to him and his light brown hair a mess since he was sweating. His blue eyes seemed to pierce through her soul as the faint freckles faded in the artificial light.