Clayton scored twenty-nine points. They won and he’s named the player of the game but he’s frowning when I met with him after showering.
I was smiling widely because he looks so cute like that. He made such a bold statement and now he’s shy of one point. Maybe we won’t get into his place.
He walked to me and frowned even more. He took my bag and slung it around his shoulder before taking my hand. “I can’t believe I didn’t score thirty,” he mumbled while we’re walking towards the parking lot.
I chuckled, earning a glare from him. He really hates it when I make fun of him. He pulled me closer to him and slung his arm around my shoulders.
“You think it’s funny?” he asked me in an insulted expression.
I looked at him and laughed even more when I saw how pissed he is right now. We sto
