The Captain

More strikes, sours and kiss your scholarship goodbye

 Everything you say to me

Takes me one step closer to the edge

And I'm about to break

Linkin park- One step closer

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This was a joke. It had to be. The f**k Lingard had to join him here?! Torturous 90 minutes on the field with him wasn't enough? Now he's going to be seeing his annoying ass everyday? And the worst part about all this was that they were supposed to work together and be what.... Friends?

Harris was pissed. He wasn't going to let this happen. If this dipshit was his only ticket to states then he had to find another way... A loophole, something, anything to make him get out of here.

They were outside Wheeler's office now and Coach Beck was whispering something into the dark haired boys ears who seemed hesitant and unhappy about whatever he was hearing. Coach Beck passed him a brown envelope which the boy quickly pushed away with a frown on his face. Beck kept whispering to him and what seemed like he was convincing the boy to take it.

Harris watched them with a keen eye a few meters away wondering what the package was.

Could be drugs, Harris thought. Or stolen files from the FBI, or confidential files on nukes, or the north Korean presidents diary.

Harris would believe any theory as long as it got Lingard out of his school. Anything.

Lingard finally took the package and said a few words to the coach. The coach nodded in agreement and ruffled his hair gently before turning around and leaving.

Now it was just them both. Harris was frowning because he didn't want Lingard anywhere near him. Lingard looked bored and tired with a hint of distress. He didn't want to be here either.

Harris looked him over with so much venom before turning around and taking the lead. He wasn't going to babysit him and show him around and all that crap. Even nature would curse him if he did that generosity. He'll just take him to his first class. He cares less what will happen to him after that. What made Wheeler think Harris would make an effort to get along with Lingard?

Get along his ass.

Both young men walked in silence, non enjoying the others company. Harris walking ahead not caring if the boy behind him was following or not, and the boy behind him darting his eyes around the school walls and looking like he was tired of life.

They were walking when Harris suddenly didn't here footsteps behind him again. He continued, caring less if Lingard was following or not.

"Silent treatment huh?" Came a voice behind him. Harris stopped and turned to find Lingard standing and staring at him. He had the guts to speak with him?

Harris was a molecule away from bursting out with rage and lingards best idea was to talk?

Fine then, they should get straight to the point.

"I dont like you." Harris stated flatly as a matter of fact. "What will it take to get you out of here." Harris asked rawly with a creased brow.

Lingard's face lit in amusement and he snorted.

Harris stood there with his mouth open in disbelief. Did he just make fun of him?? Did he just snort?

"What the f**k? You think I'm joking." Harris questioned taking steps closer to Lingard.

Lingards expression changed back to his straight face and lethargic mood. For the first time Harris noticed a tiny band aid on his nose. Seems somebody really got some yesterday.

"Listen to me kiddo," Lingard said taking a step closer to Harris making him tower over him. "After a day like yesterday the last thing I need right now is for some irrelevant person telling me bullshit. Now if you can please be the coach’s pet that you are and show me the locker room I'd really be grateful. No offense."

Harris was doing a great job controlling his temper. Wheeler was a few doors away, students were walking beside them in the hallway and moreover he had already stained his record. He had to keep control.

"Look Wesley...."

"Its Lesley." Lingard quickly interrupted.

Harris bit his lip in frustration. Relax Cooper, Relax.

"Look Lesley, No one has ever provoked me to the level you have and I'm one blink away from knocking the soul out of you. But I have a dream I want to achieve so not you, or anybody else is going to terminate that you hear me?" Harris warned with fire in his eyes. "Now if I have to kiss any chance of me getting a scholarship goodbye, if it means you're going to get off my ass and disappear to wherever the hell you came from then so be it!"

Harris' words echoed through the hallway. Students getting ready for classes quickly abandoned what they were doing and averted their attention to the two Captains staring lasers at each other. If Harris was involved then whatever was ensuing between the two would make waves by tomorrow. He was the schools golden boy, and the golden boy never gets into a fight.

"Maybe you should have minded your own business on the field." Lesley Lingard hissed down at him.

"And maybe if you hadn't been such an asshole I would...."

"Oh look who's talking about assholes." Lesley Lingard scoffed with a hint of mockery in his tone. He was pushing Harris to the wall and Harris was trying as best as possible to keep his composure.

He had to be the better person.

"Lemme make this clear one more time you dipshit, you get the hell out of my school and we forget this ever happened, or you keep this up and get a taste of what I'm capable of." Harris snarled with his light green eyes turning deadly losing its touch of calmness.

"And what exactly are you capable of Harris?" Lesley snickered folding his arms. "Poking your nose in people's businesses and starting a fight you can't finish?" He sucked his teeth and looked down at the dirty blond. "I dont think so Harris. You are barely a quarter of what you think you are."

"Dont push me Lesley..." Harris grunted losing his temper. "Shut up before I knock the daylights out of you."

A number of students had gathered around now realizing the rate at which the argument was advancing. Some had began pulling their phones up and praying for a fight. Others were already on their phones breaking the news and telling their other nosy friends to come watch.

The least of Harris' problems was the emerging crowd. First of all he had to teach this douchebag some sense.

"And you think your empty threats are getting you anywhere. You're only signing your death sentence." Lesley bragged unfolding his arms.

"Dont f**k with me Lesley..." Harris warned losing his cool.

"Oh trust me Cooper, you are the least of my choices." He replied mockingly.

Lingard was pushing it....

"So you've got choices. I'm taken back." Harris said.

Lesley snorted,"Dont mess with me Harris. Get that into your empty head you bimbo."

There. He hit a spot.

"I'd probably consider filling forms for janitor applications not college if I were you." Lesley continued.

He hit another spot.

"100,000 sperms and you were the fastest. Wow."

And another.

"Such a shame your mother didn't swallow you."

Fuck. That did it.

Harris punched Lesley so hard the sound echoed through the hallway and the boy fell back against one of the lockers for support. For the second time in 24 hours, blood spluttered from Lesley's nose staining the floor and his gray colored tshirt.

Students witnessing the scene shouted in dismay with the majority pulling up their phones to record. The hallway shot into chaos and a frenzy.

"I'm killing you Harris." Lesley snarled and pushed Harris against the lockers really hard making the boy screech in pain. Lesley slammed his hand beside his head making the onlookers startle in fear and leaned down starring blades into Harris light green ones.

"You are dead Harris." Lesley hissed with the most venom in his tone.

"Get of me you dipshit!!" Harris screamed angrily pushing Lesley off him with full force making the boy loose his balance and fall flat on his bum. His head hit the hard tile and he hissed in pain.

"fuuccckk." Lesley groaned in pain unable to get up.

Harris quickly took it to his advantage. He jumped unto the boy and started throwing hits and strikes on any surface of Lesley's body his fist would land. He continued punching him with his body being fueled with rage he never knew he had.

"Dont you ever speak of my mother you degraded dipshit!!" Harris bellowed continuing to strike at the boy bellow him. His face was hot with rage and his eyes were beginning to soil up.

No one speaks of his mother that way.

Lesley on his third try successfully flipped them over and got on top now.

He didn't spare anytime and hit him really hard with Harris trying to cover his face as best as possible.

Harris managed to get a hold of Lesley's fist and screwed it making the boy cry in pain and despair.

"Uggghhhhhhh." Lesley screeched on loosing focus of the fight. Harris hurriedly kicked him in the groins and pushed him off him.

"For Christ's sake asshole!" Lesley groaned in pain trying his best to stand up. Before Harris could stand up and kick Lesley back down again, the intercom went of once again.

"Harris Cooper and Lesley Lingard, report to principal Wheeler's office right now!"