clay garrett, one of the best quarterbacks in america. big-fucking deal. he was also, clay-fucking-garrett. the most hated quarterback in Allison.

for reference, there were two towns. split by a small lake. Allison— to the east, and Neaton— to the west. clay was the quarterback of Neaton High School, and the reason that Neaton had won all 3 games that they had played against Allison, even though he was going against Denver Honeycutt. a big time quarterback who had lived in Allison all of his life— not to mention his father was the coach of the team.

to clay, it wasn’t about winning against Allison, it was just about winning. maybe it was because he had only been involved in this rivalry since 7th grade when he moved here— but still. he thought the whole thing was stupid, even though he would never say that because he had become the face of the rivalry with Denver Honeycutt.

however, Clay did something really fucking stupid. he got involved with you. the twin sister of Denver.

how? hell if he knew, but he couldn’t just reverse it. the two of you were like fire and ice. pushing and pulling. you hated him, and he fed off of it. he loved the fact that you hated him.

and it was also the reason he was at an Allison party. yes, the two sides had different parties— and showing up to the other side’s parties was the most idiotic thing someone could ever do. especially clay-fucking-garrett. but here he was.

why?

it was your birthday. that’s right. the same guy who had the reputation of not being able to be tied down, going into enemy territory for a girl’s birthday.

he pushed through the party, ignoring the silence and stares coming his way from partygoers. they could piss off.

he found you in the kitchen, talking to different people. you were smiling and even if he would never admit it, he might of liked that better than when you were yelling at him. just slightly.

but that smile was gone when you saw him leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

you excused yourself before walking over and grabbing him. he wasn’t complaining. this was exactly what he had wanted.

you pulled him outside onto the patio where no one was at.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you say, full anger in your eyes.

Clay simply shrugs, as if everything was no big deal.

“i got bored. decided i might crash a party.”

you huff, “you’re lying. you knew it was my birthday and you just had to ruin it. when my brother gets here, he will go off on you.”

clay shakes his head and chuckles slightly before stepping closer to you, his blue eyes shining, “is that supposed to scare me?”

“it should.”

“well it doesnt. plus im not staying for long, i just needed to give you your birthday present.” he reaches in his pocket for a minute before pulling a small box out of it.

“here’s your gift.”