"You're out, Dylan!" Bryce shouts at a kid who he just pelted with a ball. We're playing Sniper in gym. It's basically dodgeball, but you have two Snipers on your side from the other team. The Snipers are each on mats that they can't step off of. They get dodgeballs by catching the ones thrown by their teammates. If you get hit by a ball thrown by someone on the other team or a Sniper you're out, but if you a catch a ball that's been thrown by a Sniper or anyone else, then they're out. If a Sniper makes a basket, everyone on their team is revived.

Colton and Bryce are Snipers. Greyson and I are on the other team. We're leaning against the bleachers. Our team isn't doing very well, since Colton and Bryce can both whip balls at kids and shoot baskets.

"How's it going with your boy?" Greyson asks me.

"Pretty good," I tell him. "How are you and Christian doing?"

"Okay, I guess. Her shit boyfriend's in town," he tells me.

"Oh, that sucks. What's he like?" I ask. I glance over a Bryce for some reason. He smirks at me and whips a ball in my direction. I step to the side and it smacks the wall. "Was that supposed to be aimed at me?" Bryce nods, grinning. "Fuck off!" He laughs and shakes his head.

I look back at Greyson. "Trevor's a dick," he tells me. "Fuck, I think he's twenty-eight. I thought he was gay to be honest." Greyson shakes his head.

"Is Trevor stopping you from anything?" I ask Greyson. He laughs.

"Fuck no. He's not doing anything. I don't even think he realizes that we're happening," he says.

"Happening?" I raise my eyebrows. Greyson grins sheepishly.

"Yeah, we uh, kind of keep reconnecting," he says. I grin at him.

"Good for you, buddy," I say. I bump my hip into his, or try to. Greyson's almost a full foot taller than me. He smirks and looks over at Colton.

"Your boy looks pissed off." I look at Colton. He's glaring at Greyson. Colton whips a ball at Greyson, the ball hits Greyson square in the chest, there's a loud smack. But the ball doesn't drop to the ground because Greyson's holding it.

"You're out, Roid Rage!" Greyson yells. Colton's eyes flare. "Try to throw it harder next time!" I laugh.

"How long has Christian been dating Trevor?" I ask Greyson.

"A while. Maybe since the beginning of the school year," he says. I nod. I look at Bryce, he's already looking at me. Fuck, Bryce looks hot in his gym uniform. He has on basketball shorts and a tight t-shirt. I shake my head and look away. "Why is Blondie staring at you?" Greyson asks. I shrug and look at the ground.

"It's uh, kind of complicated," I say. I'm grinning and I can't figure out why. I look at Greyson and he raises his eyebrow. "What? Don't look at me like that!" Greyson laughs.

"What's Roid Rage doing about it?" he asks.

"Colton doesn't know. Fuck, I don't know. Bryce and I didn't really happen, but we kind of did," I tell him. "I feel guilty but I don't."

"You know, Blondie hasn't taken his eyes off of you. I don't think your boy's noticed. He's too pissed because we're talking." Greyson think about something for a second before saying, "Well that and the fact I caught his ball."

I laugh and hit his arm. "You're terrible. Why do you have nicknames for people? Don't you know their names?" I ask, I glance at Bryce.

"I like nicknames better. They're more suiting," he tells me. He looks like he's gonna say something but a ball smacks his leg.

"You're out, Grey!" Bryce shouts.

"Fucking prick," Greyson mutters. I laugh as Greyson sits down. I'm the only one left on my team. All of the balls are on our side. I just have to get the ball to Lucas, who's our Sniper so he can make a basket.

I walk over to where Bryce is and bend over to grab a ball. He mutters something that I can't hear. "What was that, Bryce?" I ask.

"I said that I love gym uniforms," he says, grinning. God, his smile is cute. I shake my head.

"Keep your eyes on game." I shake my head and roll my eyes.

"It's not my fault that you bent over in front of me," Bryce tells me. I roll my eyes. I'm wearing tiny-ass athletic shorts and a tight, low cut tank top. I think the worst part is how much I checked Bryce out in his gym uniform.

Ugh, whatever. I walk as far as I can and then make eye contact with Lucas. He nods and then I throw the ball, it's not the best throw but he manages to catch it. He tries to make a basket, but misses.

"Son of a bitch! Try to be more useful, Lucas!" I yell. I hear Bryce laugh. Greyson rolls me another ball. I throw it to Lucas, but he misses again. "Fuck you, Lucas! Stop starin' at that girl's ass and aim! I want you to fucking aim!" I yell across the gym.

"I'm trying!" Lucas yells back.

"You seriously fucking suck!" I yell. I throw him another ball. He catches it. "I swear to God, if you miss this shot, I'm not giving you another ball!" He says something. One of the guys on the other team throws a ball at me but I step to the side so it misses me. The guy chucks another ball and I dodge it again, he throws hard but it's not accurate.

Lucas shoots the ball and he misses again. "Son of a bitch!" I yell. I whip a ball at the ground. It bounces up and I catch it. "I can fucking shoot the ball better than you can, Lucas!" I yell. I throw one of the dodgeballs at the basket. Somehow the ball makes it into the basket. I grin in an awed way.

Everyone's silent for five seconds. Greyson speaks first, "Holy fucking shit." He pauses. "Lucas, you suck ass, man!"

Everyone starts laughing. The gym teacher waves me over. I smirk and jog over to where he is. "Andy, try to keep the swearing down," Mr. Bradley says. He looks at me sternly and then grins. "But having said that, the was awesome."

I grin back at him. "Thanks. It counts, right?" I say.

"Yeah. Everyone, that counts! Team two, you're all up!" Everyone gets up and starts playing again. "Yo, Lucas! I expect more from you. You're on the varsity basketball team, after all," Mr. Bradley says.

"Fuck," Lucas says. I laugh. Mr. Bradley gives me a high five and I walk back over to where Greyson is. He's laughing.

"That was pretty funny," Greyson says. I laugh. "You went off on Lucas." He shakes his head.

"What? It's not my fault the kid can't shoot," I say. A ball smacks my ass and I whip around. Bryce looks all too happy.

"You're out, sweetheart," he says. My nose flares. Greyson grabs my arm before I can do anything to Bryce.

"Look," Greyson says. "If you want to go beat the shit out of Bryce, I'm not gonna stop you. But loverboy is watching and you might get in trouble. So just think about it for a second."

"Mr. Bradley's watching something, he won't notice. And I'll figure Colton out," I say. Greyson nods and lets go of my arm.

"Go ahead," he says. I pick up the ball Bryce threw at me and walk towards him. Colton's distracted by something, so he's not watching us. I throw the ball at Bryce and it hits his crotch. He doesn't move or have any reaction. I stop when I'm directly in front of the mat.

Bryce has his arms crossed over his chest and an arrogant smile. "You're a smug son of a bitch," I say. He raises an eyebrow.

"Are you here to bend over again?" Bryce asks. He leans closer to me and lowers his voice, "Because sweetheart, the things I would do to you..."

I'm not exactly sure what happens next, but I'm diving at Bryce's waist and then we're falling. He lands on top of me. His knee is in between my thighs, his forearms are on either side of my face. His mouth is barely an inch from mine. My arms are around his back. My chest is heaving and with each inhale, we're pressed closer together.

I can't think with him so close to me. My heart's beating fast and I can't move. I should move, but I'm frozen in place. Lost in the moment. Colton's maybe four or five feet away and I'm sure people have noticed us. I'm looking into his eyes trying to see how he feels. He no longer wears an arrogant smirk.

"Bryce," I whisper. I can't say anything else. He shakes his head and it seems like he's thinking about something. His hair brushes my forehead and I shiver. I'm usually a person who's never at a loss for words, but right now with Bryce I can't think of anything to say.

Oh, God.

His eyes are staring into mine and I'm captivated by them. They're so unusual. Bryce swallows and his gaze drops to my lips. I'm aching for him to kiss me. He moves his face inch closer to mine. Bryce smells so good. I'm going to do something that I shouldn't.

"Hey, man, get your fatass off of her," Colton says. Bryce's eyes flick to mine and he pushes himself off of me. Greyson walks over and helps me up. I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. Greyson starts laughing as we walk back to to the bleachers.

"Ah, man, that was funny! I got that shit on video," Greyson says, laughing. I grin and look at Bryce. "You like him, don't you?" Greyson asks.

"Colton? Of course I like him," I say.

"I wasn't talking about Colton," he says. "I was talking about Bryce." Greyson's more serious now.

"Fuck, I think I do like him." I bite my lip and pinch the bridge of my nose. "I don't even know why. But I like him, Greyson. I really like him and it's driving me crazy."

"You should watch the video some time." Greyson looks over and Colton and Bryce. They're laughing. He grabs a pen from the bleachers and grabs my wrist. He writes down his phone number. "Good luck with your boy and Blondie."

"Thanks. Uh, have fun with Christian," I say. He smirks and the bell rings. "See you around."

As I walk to the locker rooms to change and grab my stuff, I can't get Bryce out of my head.