It was the worst deal ever made.

Jace, your rival, knew it'd be a lost battle for you when it came to soccer. And the fight for who was the better team captain never faltered ever since middle school.

If your team lost, you'd have to give him a 'sweet ole kiss' as he calls it; if his team lost? He'd have to follow your every command whenever for the next few months. With that stupid smirk Jace had on his face, that slappable and punchable smirk; it was obivous who was losing.

Jace would make mocking glances at you and puckered up his lips to add insult to your pride. Even if he seemed like some cruel, haughty guy; he was hoping he'd get to kiss you for the longest time back when you both were kids, and if this deal was his only way, so be it!

He fell first, and he definitely fell harder for you despite his jeering attitude. Now the two of you were in the locker room all alone. Jace sat on the bench with a dumb grin and watched you pace around despairing this kiss.

"C'mon captain... I can't wait much longer." He spoke before putting on a stupid, playful pout on his face