My Fake Lover

He bent slightly, holding his stomach. "God Lexi, your such a-" I cut him off.

"Nice person? Awe thank you, but I already know that." I couldn't help but smile. I hurt him - a little bit but it still counts. Then I stopped him from calling me names. Lexi Two, Tyler Zero!

Tyler rolled his eyes. "You are jealous. And stop yelling, your beginning to sound like Mr. Crow."

"I'm not jealous!" I yelled ignoring his comment, but I didn't yell loud enough for the whole gym class to hear.

"Then why do you look so pissed?" Tyler put a hand through his light brown hair after a few strands fell over his forehead.

"Oh, I don't know." I put on a fake smile. "Maybe because your here!" I sent him a death glare and yelled the second part. "Why are you here anyway? You don't have the same gym period as me."

"I do now." He said. "They changed my gym class because I got into a fight with -" I cut him off yet again.

"I don't care." I tuned around to leave but Tyler put his arms around my waist.

I pushed his arms off my me. "Don't touch me." I snapped.

"Why? I taught you were my girlfriend." He smiled. That was the smile of an angle. How was he able to pull that off?

I know he was only doing this to get me mad. And sadly, it was working.

"You-" This time I got cut off. But not by Tyler. And I had to admit, I wish it was Tyler because I got caught off by the most annoying voice...

"Monroe, Evans!" Mr. Crow yelled our last names. "You two love birds need to stretch!"

Ugh! This stupid teacher is getting on my last nerve !

Right before I was about to do my exercises, Mr. I don't know how to talk yelled again.

"Okay! Everyone get into teams! The team captains will be Fred-" he pointed to one of the most sporty kids in the gym class, but Tyler took his place. He was in the real school soccer team. "And the all star soccer captain Tyler! Your new gym classmate!" His voice sounds as annoying as a bunch of cats running their claws agains a chalkboard.

All the girls clapped for Tyler while the guys sent jealous looks there way. Even though Fred was one of the most sporty guys in our class, he sure wasn't all that sporty. He was tall and slim. So Tyler put them all to shame. "Okay, pick your teams!"

Fred picked first and he picked Lynn. He obviously had a crush on her. Everyone knew that except for Lynn. She's a dumb red head.

Tyler was next to pick. For sure he wouldn't pick me. I suck at sports.

"Lexi." He looked at me with a face that tells me 'I'm only doing this because I know you don't want me to.'

I need to kill that dickhead.

I signed in frustration and stomped my way over there. I know our team will win because of Tyler, but I don't care if we win or not if its to be in his team.

But when I looked around the gym, there was a bunch of girls looking towards Tyler, with hopeful looks so he can pick them.

They need to give it a rest.

In the middle of the game, I could tell that Tyler really didn't care if we won or not. He wasn't even trying and we were still beating them twelve to two.

I wasn't even playing. I was pretending to play so I can get my points for the day. Or Mr. Crow will

yell at me. And nobody wants that.

I never even had the ball, I was just running around.

Tyler has the ball and everyone was to scared to steal it from him.

Tyler looked board, like he can't take this game anymore.

He then made eye contact with me.

No, no, no. He better not pass the ball to me. Everyone will come running to me like some hungry people who found the last piece of pie existing in the world. They're not doing that to Tyler because they're cowards. "Please don't pass it to me. Please please please." I whispered to myself.

I guess he was reading my mind and wanted to do something that I didn't want- like always- because he kicked the ball right to me.

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The ball came rushing my way, but instead of coming down to my feet so I can kick it another direction, it hit my head. Really hard. So hard that I fell to the ground.

"Ah!" I yelled. And let me just tell you that it hurt like a bitch.

My vision blurred and the last thing I saw was Mr. Crow and a few people walking up to me before my vision got pitch black.

I woke up and after a few seconds, I realized that I'm in the nurse's office, laying on the bed.

I sat up and rubbed my forehead. My head hurts like crazy.

"Ow." I groaned.

"Oh, your awake." A mid aged woman came in the room. "How is your head?" She asked me.

"It hurts." I mumbled tiredly.

"I figured. You got hit with the ball pretty hard." She said.

Oh my god, I almost forgot. I have to kill Tyler Evans. This is all his fault. He hit me with the freaking soccer ball!

"Would you like to go home for the rest of the day?" She asked me.

"No, I think I'm going to be fine." I have to go kill Tyler if you don't mind. "Can I just have some pain killers for my head?"

I think I'm going to need a lot of pain killers because Tyler is a pain in the ass. He's annoying, he's a jerk, he's rude, he's - I'm not even going to list everything out because that'll take all day....