I accidentally slapped a grown man's butt while walking backwards please hALP

Y/n's POV

"Oh my hell, look at Mark." Laken mumbles, slapping Embry's arm.

Em nods excitedly. "I know!" She squeals. "Look at Alex! And Tyler!"

"What about G? Oh my Lord this is why I love sports." Lake sighs.

Laken, Embry, Bexley, and me are sitting on the top row of the bleachers. Rowen still hasn't showed up, but he said he's on his way. The game still hasn't started yet. The players from Shouden and our school are still warming up. Music was playing from the speakers above us, playing cheesy songs, but some good ones.

While Em and Lake are squealing about the guys, Bex and I are silently thanking Em for being here so we didn't have to listen to Lake again. The guys were the main reason she came to these games. She doesn't know a thing about basketball, but she knows all about how hot the guys were.

Shouden county was a nearby county that hated us, and we...didn't hate them. They were just normal people to us, but for some reason they despised us. Our team would occasionally compliment them on their throws, but they'd just ignore them. Shouden county had this image for us, that we're some rude, druggie filled county that they should avoid. No one here knows how they got that or who started it.
(Actual truth with where I live and a nearby county. They hate us with every fiber of their being, but we just see them as normal people who have no reason to be hated..)

Hope, Victoria, and the rest of the cheer team were practicing to the side, wearing too much makeup and too big of bows. The rest of the girls like Signe, Amy, Marzia, and Morgan were sat a few rows in front of us. Felix and Bob were sitting with them, supporting their friends as usual.
(I'm sad and mad at myself because I never added Molly or Mandy -_-)

Walking in with even more support were the four siblings and a parent of none other than Ethan Nestor. Quinton waved at me when he saw me, and Grey sneakily flipped me off behind his mother. I flipped him off as well, but to do me one better, he added another middle finger. Quickly, Ethan's mom slapped Grey in the back of his head and he hid his fingers as fast as he could, though it would do no good considering she already saw them.

"Do you know them?" Bex asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," I nod with a small smile on my face. "Thats Ethan's family."

Taking a look at the entrance for any sign of Rowen, I found none. Laughing at someone who fell on the court, Bex opens her mouth to say something about it. Though, before she could say anything, someone spoke before her, sitting in the empty spot in front of us.

"I never thought I'd see you here." Nathan grins.

Bex sends him a disgusted look. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Nathan, Y/n's friend."

"I wouldn't say friend. More like acquaintance." I shrug, sending him a questioning look. "What are you even doing here anyway?"

"My step brother is number 25." He points to a blonde headed guy with a Shouden County High School jersey on.

"You're from Shouden county?" Bex raises an eyebrow, looking offended. "What're you doing over here? You should be all the way across the gym on the visitors side! Run along, you ugly creature! You best get away from the druggies here!" She scoffs, slapping Nathan multiple times.

"What are you talking about?" Nathan asks, rubbing his arm where she slapped him.

I nervously laugh. "Don't mind her."

"Okay," Nathan says slowly, looking between me and Bex. "Well, I better get to the other side before she squeezes my head off." Nathan stands up, chuckling at his words.

I nod. "Wise choice."

Looking back at the court, I notice Greer is back, throwing the ball around with the team. He disappeared for a while. Taking a quick drink, Ethan scans through the bleachers.

"Hi Mark!" Keegan yells quite loudly, waving with her entire arm. She caught both Mark and Ethan's attention, earning an eye roll from Mark and a small wave from Ethan. Looking up a few rows, he meets my gaze, a smile growing widely on his face. He motions for me to come down, walking up towards the railing.

"Whats up?" I ask, placing my hands on both sides of his crossed arms on the railing.

"Nothing much, just sweating my ass off and the game hasn't even started yet. What about you?" Ethan jokes, looking up at me. Because of the bleachers, I was about an inch or two taller than him.

"Sitting in hell. All I can hear is Em and Lake squealing about you guys."

He smirks. "Oh really now?" His smirk turns into a cocky grin. "Are we that hot? I mean, I knew I was good looking-"

I cut him off, playfully punching his arm. "Shut up."

"You can't disagree with facts." He winks, making a clicking noise with his tongue.

"Oh God," I shake my head, giggling. "You're becoming Mark."

"Oh please," Ethan sends me a flat look. "I'm way stronger than him."

"Why don't you go tell Mark that. See what he does."

His eyes widen, a small chuckle coming out. "I'd rather not."

"Ethan!" Mr. Nestor yells from across the gym where the rest of the team stood. He motioned for Ethan to come over.

"I guess I gotta go then." Ethan grins, turning back to me.

Shuffling his hair, I smile back at him. "Try not to die."

"No promises." He laughs as he starts his way towards his dad.

Turning around to go back to my seat, I spot Rowen sitting next to Bex. I sit where I was previously sat in only empty space on the other side of Bexley. The (school color) bleachers were completely full on our side. The visitors side was semi full, empty spaces here and there.

"When did you get here?" I ask Rowen.

He shrugs. "A while ago. I was talking to someone longer than I meant to when I got here."

I nod and return my gaze to the court where both teams were huddled up on each side. Lake nudges my arm, catching my attention.

"Switch Bex places!" She commands with a stern look.

I raise a brow. "Why?"

"I told you I'd get you and Rowen together. So go!"

"No," I shake my head, looking in front of me again. "Rowen is nice and all, but he's just a friend. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Ugh," She rolls her eyes. "You're useless." She slightly pushes me forward and reached behind me, slapping Bex's back. Once Bex looks at her, an annoyed look was painted across her face. "Switch her places!"

"What, why?"

"Just do it, miss depression!" Lake rolls her eyes.

Groaning, Bex stands up and I scoot over. Almost kicking the person in front of us, she eventually sits down where I was previously sat. Rowen raises an eyebrow. In response, I shake my head telling him not to ask.

"You get to suffer with her squealing on the way back. I get the earbuds this time." Bex commands. I nod, a smile playing at my lips.

"Fair," I shrug.

"You missed Bexley slapping and yelling at someone from Shouden." I chuckle, keeping my eyes on the two huddled up teams.

He chuckles. "Sounds like her."

(Note before you read this:I know nothing about basketball)
I nod. The music stops playing and the loud buzzer sounds, scaring a few people. Half the people in each team sat on the metal folding chairs placed neatly in a row while the other half circled around two players in the middle. One from Shouden, the other from (your county). A tall guy refused Mark's friendly handshake with a disgusted face, and a few words I couldn't make out. Mark and the tall guy stood in the middle with the referee standing close by with the ball. Mark glanced back at G sending him a small nod from the middle of the small circle. G does the same with Ethan from his spot closest to Mark.

The ref blew his whistle and threw the ball up. The tall blonde caught it with one hand. Turning around toward his goal, he dribbled the ball a few times. Throwing it to another player, Mark stole the ball and passed it to G. Everyone made their way towards our goal. Quickly, G dodged number 37 from the opposite team and passed the ball to Ethan. With the ball now bouncing between the floor and Ethan's hand, he runs straight towards the goal and throws the ball towards the net, successfully earning a goal for our team. The parents and friends of the (your county) team cheered with smiles on their faces.

***

After almost 30 minutes, two quarters out of four have been played and halftime has taken place. The school band played the school anthem as the cheerleaders danced along. The boys took a seat and received a bottle of water as they caught their breath. Ethan stood up for teammate to sit down, considering he sat out for the second quarter of the game.

So far, our team was winning, earning a happy hand from Mr. Nestor. Rowen stood up, claiming he'd be back soon, and left with no other words. Bex yelled at him to buy her a Coke, soon groaning when he didn't hear.

Seeing as the team was taking a short break, Ethan made his way over to the bleachers again and nodded for me to come down. Before I could take a step, Bex grabbed my hand.

"Don't leave me with them." She pleaded.

"You don't have to stay here. Go outside or something, I'll text you when halftime is over."

"I don't wanna get up!" Bexley whined like a small child.

"Then stay here with Lake and Em." I shrugged, pulling my hand out of her grasp.

"Good job so far!" I grin, holding my hand up to give him a high five. He gladly accepts it with a wide smile.

"Thank you. And good job sitting on your ass!" He jokes.

"Hey! Sitting in one spot is harder than it looks when all you can hear are whispering and squeals about how cute you guys are!" I giggle. "Just look at Bex!"

I turn around. Bex's head is leaning against the wall behind her with the most annoyed expression I've ever seen. Em and Lake were close to each other subtly pointing at the guys on the floor with wide smiles.

"Thats been happening this whole time?" Ethan asks, an eyebrow raised.

Turning back to him, I nod. "Every time we come to a game, thats all she does."

"Who does she think is the cutest?" He smirks playfully.

"Not you." I chuckle. His face falls, placing a hand on his chest and acting as if he was offended.

"My momma always told me I was the cutest one on the team."

"And my mom always told me I was the cutest one in the class when she was looking through my fourth grade year book. Your point is?"

"Fourth grade? How long has it been since you were cute?"

"Said the guy who said I looked good in tights."

His face instantly darkened with a deep red. "I didn't mean it in that way and you know that!"

I laugh. "Yeah. Sure ya didn't."

He laughs, lightly slamming the top of the railing between us. "I didn't!"

"Okay!" I nod.

Ethan rolls his eyes. He folds his arms on the railing like he did before. "On a different note," He giggles. "The team is meeting at (local restaurant) after this and I think it'd be amazing if you could come. Can you? I can even give you a ride if you need."

"Don't you think I'd be intruding on something? I mean, thats supposed to be a time where you guys can all get together." I shrug, messing with my sleeve.

Ethan was quick with a reply. "You won't be intruding on anything! We do this after every game, it doesn't matter who goes or who doesn't anymore."

"That's just helping my point!" I chuckle. "You do this after every game, it's basically a tradition. Its as if I randomly walked into your house one night like "Hey! I'm gonna eat dinner with you tonight whether anyone likes it or not!"."

Ethan laughs. "Though that would be amazing if you did that, you don't get it. Its the last game, the last time we play basketball together-"

"Again, thats helping my point!" I laugh amusedly. "You are not good at this."

"Let me finish!" Ethan rolls his eyes with a playful grin. "Being the last game, people are bringing someone. Felix is bringing Marzia, Mark is bringing Amy, Jack is bringing Singe, Brian is bringing Morgan, Tyler is bringing his friends Pam and Ian. You're not intruding on anything, I promise you."

I send him a skeptical look, focusing on my sleeve. Why do I feel scared to go to this?

"They're actually apart of that group." I let out a small chuckle. "Mark hates me with a passion. Who knows what he'll say-"

"Fuck what he says. What he says doesn't matter." Ethan interrupted. "And you are apart of this group too! Everyone was excited to have more people when you guys joined us."

"You sound like some cult leader." I mumble, allowing a small giggle to be heard. A smile grows on his face.

"Are you coming or not?" He asks again, trying to catch my eyes that were still trained on my sleeve.

"Are you sure it'll be fine?" I ask, sounding more timid than I would've liked. He nods, a friendly smile on his face. "Then I'll be there. I need a ride home though."

"Sure! I'll drop you off!" He grins happily.

Ethan sets his head on his folded arms, letting out a small groan. "I love basketball, but I don't want to play the next quarter." I pulls his head up again and places his chin on his arms instead. "I have to run. And focus on one thing. Do you know how hard that is?"

"For a guy with ADHD, you focus on that ball pretty damn well."
(It's ADHD that Ethan has, right?)

"It's not easy." He shakes his head. A high pitched whistle blows and Ethan's name is heard being yelled. Ethan turns around to see his father motioning for him to come over with the rest of the team huddled up in front of him. Ethan holds up a single finger as if to say "one second" and turns back to me.

"Want to do something to wish me luck?" He smirks.

I stand up straight, ready for what embarrassing thing I'll have to do. "Sure, anything."

Before I knew it, Ethan was leaning over the railing and becoming the closest he's ever been to me. I was frozen when I realized what was happening. Ethan was kissing me.

He took a step back with a wide grin. "Thanks!"

With that, he turned around and joined the group of smirking boys.

Oof that really sucked. I suck at kissing scenes and I sincerely apologize XD

But something that I hope would help, could you give me some constructive criticism? Just anything that I need to work on with writing, please tell me how I could improve. It's appreciated! :D