My Enemy saves Me

"Oie, Fat boy," I turn around and see the three jerks who were at the gym, "We didn't like your tone earlier," I sigh and roll my eyes, "You seem to want to get beat up," I lift my fists and take a deep breath as I realize I am in a three against one. 'What is up with people and my size?' One of them swings at my knee and I dodge it, they are aiming at my bad knee. They are standing around me, so I can't track them. Suddenly, someone slams into one of them, they are smaller than me or most of the guys on the football team. I see him stand up, 'Michael?!'

"What is up with you three and fucking with people, huh?" He seems pissed as he walks towards the two others, "Fuck off and go back to the hole you crawled out of," He spins and his heel lands, square in the face of one of them, the last one looks at his downed friends and darts off.

"Michael? Why would you help me?"

"I didn't, they were getting on my nerves, I didn't want to save you," He turns and leaves me, 'Did he just defend me? What? I don't get him,' I step over the downed guys and walk towards my room, 'Well, I have studying to do.'

I am sitting at my desk watching each and every play from their game against the Spartans last season. I have a list of players printed next to me as I jot down notes and look at what type of things result in certain plays. I hear a knock on my door, "Yeah?"

"It's me, babe."

"It isn't locked," She walks into my room, same style, short shorts, and a small, sleeveless top, "New necklace? Never seen you with it."

"You noticed, huh, you really like looking at me."

"Where is that from?"

"Dad gave it to me last year, haven't worn it yet," She smiles at me and walks slowly over to me, "Whatcha doing?"

"Watching a bad team play."

"What is bad about them?"

"They won nothing last year, so yeah."

"Oh," She sits down, on my lap, facing me, "Is it boring?"

"Well, it was boring, why are you, like, sitting on me?" I begin to blush, "Um, it is making me uncomfortable, like, having you sitting on me like this."

She smiles at me and then whispers in my ear, "I want to kiss you, right, now."

"I don't think it is the time but, well, I was planning on doing that another day."

"When would that be?"

"It's a surprise, but I don't want it to be a random thing, I want to make it special."

"Ohh, I like that, okay, let's do that then, whenever you want, just tell me, but can I sit next to you as you watch the film?"

"Yeah, let me move to the bed, I can't really work with you on my lap," I joke as she sits down on my bed, "Actually, something came up this morning, something weird."

"What happened?" I explain to her what had happened and how Michael had defended me, "Well, maybe he isn't as angry anymore, maybe he realized that he didn't need to hate you and that maybe he matured a little."

"I guess you are right, well, I need to get back to watching film, wait, it's nearly summer break, right?"

"Yeah, like we are allowed to leave campus, in two days."

"Oh shit, I haven't realized, the season starts pretty late, at least there are more games after the summer, we've only had 3 or 4 games, and actually, our record is pretty good, only 15 points given, five field goals, no tds, that's pretty cool, oh, did you ask for the helmet?" She nods, "So?"

"Well, I'll be ready to go, she doesn't need it, since she is going to see her family in Arizona and they are coming to get her."

"Do people stay during the summer?"

"Some do, but the school organizes stuff, small things but at least there is something, but you have to say it in advance."

"Do you have any like, long pants, jeans or something?" She nods, "For the trip, I have biker stuff but I didn't know if you did."

"Okay, I should be fine, I can't wait for you to meet my parents, I wonder how they will react to our size difference."

"How tall are they?"

"My dad is 6ft 2 and my mom is 5ft 10, I am smaller than them."

"Wow, okay, I am going to be a giant like always."

"Maybe, I can't wait," 'It's June 19th, I didn't think of something to get her, fuck, I am going to sound like a jerk if I don't get her anything,' "Are you thinking about what to get me for my birthday?"

"N-N-No," I stammer.

"Don't worry, I have an idea, you don't have to get anything, just be ready to listen to what I want."

"O-Okay, um, yeah, I'll get back to studying film," She rests her head on my shoulder as I continue to watch my film, jotting notes and drawing out the possible counter plays.

"That seems like a lot of work."

"It is, but I like helping Coach White out, he already does most of the work, I send my stuff after and he can compare them and see what I think about the plays and how to counter them," I say as I continue working, "What is this?"

"Hmm?"

"That play, that is bad news for us."

"What about it?"

"This is a play my old team in Barcelona used to pull, a gamble, you set up only three on the line, guard center guard formation with two tight ends, four receivers and the full back to defend the QB as and extra backup or a possibility to run it, this tricks most teams who don't give the formation the respect it should get, this formation has two or three short routes, one or two middle route and two long routes, normally, or you can converge and get a long ball and toss it straight away to the fastest receiver on your team," I let the video play, "They score a touchdown against a good team in terms of down field protection."

"That sounds complicated, but what do you do against it?"

"Our team would have rush two and have the rest be defending down field."

"That sounds hard for the two rushing."

"With a little coordination, anything can happen, we often got sacks against that stuff," I smile and pull her closer to me. She smiles and hugs me. 'I think I like this relationship stuff.'