McKinley's POV

Normally, I like people. Don't get me wrong, humans aren't all that great all the time, but they're pretty awesome. Which is why it caught him and me by surprise when I slapped him. Not hard, but he made me drop my fried chicken.
On the ground.
Which makes it so you automatically can't eat it.

I mean yes, my lemonade survived, but dude. Fried chicken is sacred. S-A-C-R-E-D.
So naturally, I got myself together, fixed my glasses, looked him straight in the eye and said.
"This is for my poor, innocent, fried chicken." And then I slapped him.
"And this is for disrespecting me as a woman and fellow soccer player" and then I slapped him again.

Then I turned and plopped right down to continue drinking my lemonade, along with admiring the view of the lake. He just stared at my back for what felt like forever. Even after everyone looked away, he still stared at me. It was almost as if Superman was laser-ing you with his eyes. It was uncomfortable and quite definitely awkward.
Finally, I got up, turned around, and sighed.

"Brady, I know I'm attractive, but staring and drooling over me is not getting you a better report."
His initial response was shock, but then it turned into a smirk.
I hate it when boys smirk. They just look so dirty and mischievous.
"McKinley-" He mocked me. That's low-key jealousy of how awesome I am, isn't it?
"-we all know I am the attractive one in the relationship."

Unfortunately, I had just taken a long sip of my lemonade, which had not yet been swallowed.
And unfortunately, I blasted the lemonade out, the sugary drink flying out of my mouth.
Fortunately, it landed in Brady, which leads me to burst out in a fit of laughter.
Half from him saying that we're in a "relationship," but also because I had just snorted lemonade all over him.

"You-" I had to pause a lot because I was laughing too hard. "-think we-" again, another pause. "-are a couple?" I couldn't contain it any longer. I doubled over in laughter.
"Dude, I just met you like, what, two, three days ago? Are you trying to be desperate?" That was me, good ole' McKinley Dallas. I mean seriously though, it's desperate taken to a whole nother level!

Brady's POV

Laughing. At me. Why was she laughing at me? You-" she wheezed, then paused. "-think we-" again, another pause. "-are a couple?" She then doubled over in laughter, actually crying because it was apparently "funny."

For your information, it was not. Being soaked in someone's spitten out lemonade isn't funny, just very uncomfortable and angering.
"Dude, I just met you like, what, two, three days ago? Are you trying to be desperate?" She questioned after getting up and wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Me? Desperate? Ha! Who just slapped me, hm? Who just snorted lemonade all over me? Who challenged my position as soccer captain, huh? Not me!" I smirked. I had her cornered, she couldn't leave this conversation without seeming desperate. I mean, seriously, there is no way!
"One, never come between a lady and her food-" I snorted at the word lady. That is honestly not true. "-two, you acted like I would actually go out with you, by the way, ew-" Me, ew? Ha! If anything, she was a beast! "-and three if I want to be captain, you should let me try. I may end up failing miserably and become too embarrassed to show my face at school.

"Anyway, good day to you sir," she "curtsied" and then just walked right past me. Well, she had just found a way.
And to be truthful I was desperate.
Desperate to win.

*Mckinley's POV*
He is definitely desperate to win.
Bless his cotton socks. He'll need a blessing and much more to beat me. Beside's, I didn't challenge him to soccer captain if I already know I'll beat him. Though I also just want to go home and read a book, being stuck in the shadows. In the shadows, no one is mean to you. No one really cares.  But here I am, out of the shadows. And I'm gonna kick. Some. Grass. If I miss the soccer ball. WHich I hopefully won't, but I'm not a superhero, so it's possible.