Beckett tries (and fails) to talk to me about what Leo said. When all he gets is silence, he pouts and returns his attention to Misty. The two are chattering away while watching the game. Misty is like Beckett, they both enjoy showing some school spirit so they are nothing but enthusiastic while I'm...just not.

Enthusiasm is not in my playbook or, rather, it's very rare.

I watch the game, my eyes remaining on Leo most of the time for a number of reasons. The first being that I am still baffled by his request. The two of us hanging out alone? Now that is something someone should get on tape. It is going to be hilariously awkward. Post it on YouTube for some of that second hand embarrassment shit. I'm not sure what Leo expects but I'm leaning towards catastrophe.

Second, I don't fucking understand soccer. You kick a ball around and try to score but either miss or get blocked the majority of the time. At the moment the teams are tied, one to one, and the game is reaching its end. I think. I'm not sure about the plays or fouls or any of that shit so I don't care all that much about the others.

And, lastly, Leo looks damn good. It's somewhat worth it just to get this eye candy. His thighs should be illegal and I'm surprised people don't jump him the moment he puts those shorts on. I say that yet I haven't jumped him but, still, if the opportunity arises I don't think I can contain myself.

"Micah!"

I pop out of my day dream of removing Leo's shorts in order to glare at Beckett. He has ruined my day dream.

"Are you even listening?"

"No."

Beckett rolls his eyes. "Do you want anything to snack on? Misty and I are gonna grab something from the snack table."

There's a snack table? I look around to find some people, probably parents, have set up a place to get snacks. Usually the snack bar is open during games but they must not put it all together for practice matches. Nodding, I ask Beckett to get me a drink. He nods, takes Misty's hand and the two walk off, leaving me alone on the bleachers.

I watch the two head up to the snacks because, honestly, I don't trust Beckett to remember to get me a drink. He's pretty clueless but, since Misty is with him, he might remember. Shaking my head, I'm about to turn back to the field when I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye coming from the parking lot. It's not much but I turn completely on the bleachers to face it and take a look.

There's nothing for a moment, my eyes glancing over the vehicles one by one. However, after some time of waiting, I catch a glimpse of someone dressed in a gray hoodie and jeans. He's walking through the lot, hood up, hands in his pockets but, even from this distance, I can see the soft movement of his head from side to side like he's scoping out the cars. Maybe I'm too paranoid but I'm on my feet in a second, heading towards the exit.

I lose sight of the possible thief when I get my hand stamped at the gate so I can get back in. Instead of heading straight for the parking lot, I walk along the outside of the school building, hiding behind the stairs so that no one notices me disappearing into thin air. So, once I've hidden myself, I'm marching into the lot to find Mr. Suspicious and it doesn't take me long to do so.

He has found his mark, standing next to an older red vehicle parked at a great angle. A tree is at its side, hiding it mostly from view. He's messing with the door, trying to open it when I stand behind him and send a quick kick to his shin. The thief curses, spinning around to see absolutely nothing.

I catch a good look of his face. He looks young, probably early twenties with a clover tattoo under his left eye. I snort at the sight, the man's eyes grow wide considering he felt my kick and heard me.

"W-What the hell?" Mr. Cheesy Tattoo says under his breath, pressing his hands and back to the car. I don't say anything, simply stand in front him in amusement while his eyes desperately try to take in his surroundings.

When nothing happens, his shoulders start to relax. He's probably thinking he heard something and the kick wasn't real. It normally starts with denial.

Shaking his head, he turns back around to finish his job but I kick him in the opposite shin, quickly stepping back afterwards. I'm not surprised when he spins around with knife in hand. He jabs into thin air in a panic like others have done before him.

"Who is there?" He hisses, stepping away from the car in order to walk around the tree. I follow right behind him, biting my lip to hold back my snickers. "I know you're there. Come out, come out right fucking now."

I glance back when I hear the crowd cheer, signaling the came is over and it seems we've won. Ok, time to get this over with. I'm supposed to meet up with Leo.

Looking back at Clover Guy, I reach out and grab the hem of his pants and, with a single tug, pull them down to his ankles. He shouts in shock, stumbling backwards over the fabric to fall right on his ass so I kick him in the leg. He shouts again, getting up this time while desperately trying to put his pants back on. I'm snickering the entire time he jumps up and runs away, not even bothering to look back.

Oh man, ok, I admit it, sometimes it's fun being me.

Chuckling, I walk back to the steps I went behind in the first place and reappear. Peeking my head out, I check for any possible looks of shock. Nope, no one is even nearby so I'm good.

Stepping back through the gates, I find my assumption to be correct. People are grabbing their things and getting ready to leave. The players are leaving the field and the scoreboard says it has ended 2 to 1 with us winning. Beckett looks back at me from the stands, pursing his lips in annoyance while he holds up my drink.

"Where the hell did you go?!"

"To the shitter."

Beckett grimaces. "TMI, dude."

"No one says that anymore."

"I do!"

"We got you a candy bar too, Micah," Misty says, successfully ending our "argument" when she hands over my snack. I thank her for it and take the drink from Beckett without a word.

He gasps. "You are a rude son of a bitch."

I shrug. "True."

"You know what, we were going to invite you to the movies but now I don't want you to come along!"

"I would have said no anyway," I say through my bites of food causing Beckett to pout. Misty is smiling at his side.

"I'm going to leave you here," Beckett warns, which makes me realize that I can't avoid telling him about Leo since he is the one who drove me here. I could lie and say that Leo offered to drive me home since we live right next to each other but he'll still make a big deal out of it. "Come on, lets go! The movie starts in, like, thirty minutes."

"I can't go."

Beckett looks down at me while Misty frowns beside him like she thinks I'm actually mad. However, that frown disappears and she matches Beckett's grin at what I have to say.

"I'm going out to eat with Leo."

"Out to eat...just the two of you?" Beckett wiggles his eyebrows.

"Fuck off."

"I told you they have something going on," Beckett whispers to Misty, who nods in agreement. Oh great, he's going to taint her with his stupidity.

"Nothing is going on," I argue although I don't see why I try. These two will believe what they believe regardless of what I say, especially with those faces they are making.

"Mhm, whatever, you two have fun," Misty giggles, reaching over to ruffle my hair. "Enjoy your date."

"It's not a date."

"It's absolutely a date."

"Especially if he offers to pay." Beckett winks and, before I can curse either of them out, they're walking away from the bleachers and heading for the parking lot.

Great. They're not going to leave me alone about this. I should have said no. This is already a pain and dinner hasn't even started. Sighing, I wait patiently for Leo. He and his teammates have gone to the showers so he'll be back out when he's done. I don't really do anything other than sit here and tap my fingers against the cool metal of the bleachers.

"What's that you're playing?" A familiar voice asks a few minutes later.

I glance back to find Leo standing on the steps fresh out of the shower. His hair's still damp, cheeks slightly flushed either from the heat of the showers or the outdoors, who knows. He's wearing light jeans and a plain navy top that hugs his body in all the right places. That's what happens when you have a sportsman's body.

"Nothing," I answer, getting up from the bleachers to join him on the stairs. "Was just passing the time."

Leo hums in response, standing before me with a gleeful expression. The two of us stand here for a moment, Leo staring at me with a huge smile while mine slowly turns to confusion.

"Are...we waiting for someone or something?"

"Oh, no, no, just...uh, we can go now," Leo sputters, gesturing behind him towards the parking lot. I nod and start heading out first since he doesn't move until I do.

We get to his car, Leo hopping into the drivers side while I slide into the passengers side. He seems a bit restless, his eyes glancing to me while the two of us put on our seat belts. After they click, he stars the car up, clears his throat then asks, "Where do you want to eat?"

"Wherever. I don't have a preference."

"Chicken?"

"Chicken is good."

Nodding, Leo pulls out of the lot. The only sound comes from the humming of the engine. It's as awkward as I expected it to be. Leo, on the other hand, seems a bit down about it. His knuckles are turning white until he stretches his fingers then tries to hold the wheel again.

I should say something to lighten the tension but what's there to say? Knowing me, I'll end the conversation I start in under a minute. Maybe even forty five seconds.

"Were you bored?" Leo asks out of the blue causing me to blink my eyes in confusion for a moment.

"No," I slightly lie. The game had boring moments but, overall, it wasn't terrible. I'd go again if he asked me. "Why?"

"Just...I noticed you left near the end of it so I thought you weren't going to come back."

Oh, I didn't even think about Leo noticing my absence. I guess it's hard not to notice when there aren't as many people. Plus he asked to grab something to eat after so he was waiting to see if I would stay or not. Judging by the relief but also concern on his face, it actually bothered him.

"Ah, actually, I saw a guy trying to break into someone's car."

Leo's eyes shoot open in shock. "W-What?!"

"I got up to tell security and waited for them to check it out." Technically, it's not a complete lie. I did see a guy trying to break into a car but it was me who checked it out and got rid of him. Still, it's a believable story as I told it and Leo seems somewhat better after hearing it.

"Did he take anything? Was he arrested? What happened?"

"He ran off when he got caught, didn't manage to take anything though."

"Micah, that's crazy but, it's great that you told someone."

I cock a brow at that, looking at the smile on Leo's face. "Well, obviously I told someone. Why would I ignore it?"

Leo shrugs, seeming to find my question odd while I find his shock odd.

"Some people don't care enough about others to say anything. You know, you're a bit surprising sometimes."

I am all kinds of confused today. Leo must notice this too because he chuckles and glances at me from the corner of his eye before returning to the road.

"You seem like you don't care about others but you actually do. You're like..." Leo hums, trying to find the right word. "A silent protector."

I open my mouth to argue but end up shutting it in shock. I guess, that's kind of true. Leo doesn't know that it was actually me who scared him off. He doesn't know what else I do but it still rings true. No one knows it's me. No one thanks me. I don't get anything out of it other than knowing I did the right thing, which is enough for me so...it's kind of true.

I want to thank him for his kind words but nothing really comes out. I end up leaning against the door, pressing my forehead to the cool glass. Leo says nothing more either, our ride returning to a silence but, this time, a comfortable one. The buildings and alley's pass us by one by one and, honestly, many of them hold memories of mine. Memories that no one knows about but me.

A silent protector, huh? I like the sound of that.