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“A nerd who played basketball what a contradiction you are” “What were you like in high school? Hot chick teenage boys painting after?” “I wish. I was actually kinda quiet” “You quiet? You’re in danger of getting nominated for friendliest staff twice in a row” “That’s because I’m under the boss and they don’t want to get on my side” and I immediately thought about what I just said. The look on his face said he caught it. “Oh look at that” I pointed at the screen “Seems the game is over”

He leaned back in his seat, wiping sauce from his mouth with a napkin, and started bringing up old shared memories to get everyone talking and laughing—most especially these two “Remember that game last season against Riverside?” Coach said, grinning. “We were down by twelve at halftime, and you idiots pulled off that insane comeback. Marcus hit that buzzer-beater three, and Ethan—you stole the ball twice in the last two minutes like your life depended on it. You two read each other like you had telepathy that night” The table laughed, the guys adding their own details. Jamal mimicked Marcus’s celebration dance from that game, nearly knocking over his strawberry shake.

She fakes another smile before leaving, and I sit back down, feeling slightly less nauseous with the distraction of the flowers, and read Archer’s card. Quinn- Ten years ago I overheard you say roses are cliché. I hope you still think so. -Archer I read the card three times, smiling harder each time. I center them on the accent table that sits in front of a large window and call Archer. He answers after three rings and sounds like he just woke up. “I got the flowers. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Don’t go crying on me now.” I blink back tears. “I can’t help it. It’s all the hormones.”

Which is fair since he is an Alpha and all. “We all know I’m not one for big speeches and what not so I’m going to leave that to Jackie over there, he’s a loud mouth anyway” we all lough at Jackie our Captain, throwing socks at him “but I want you to know that this game will determine how the rest of your season plays out. I need every one’s mind on the game. I need you to focus and I need you to score some fucking goals. But most of fucking all I need you to win!” there’s a boom of cheers that’s so loud you’d think we have already won.

QUINN "There's my boy!" Joe clapped his hands and whistled as the Rebels took the field for their first possession in the second half. We were up by two field goals, but with a team like New York, that wasn't quite a comfortable margin. "I told him we wanted to see him score today." Lisa nudged me. "Both times, it's happened when we weren't at the game. It's starting to give me a complex." I laughed. "I missed one of them, since it was on the road. So don't take it personally."

It was a text from Kay. Prepared for the game? My fingers flew across the screen. No. His reply came instantly. Don’t think about anyone but yourself when you play. You got this. His words were soothing and also a momentary shield against the doubt, but a flash of uncertainty remained. My last game… it had been a failure. "Are you busy tonight?" I typed, still hanging on the last string of hope. Training all day, he replied. But I can make it to your game tonight.

Dennis turned around and cocked his chin in my direction. I retorted with a snarl of "I am so sorry." He got up and left. The second time he got within striking distance, the ball was already inside the box, and I had my hands on it. I allowed my momentum to carry me forward, lowered my shoulder, and then struck him in the chest with the blow. He asked me with narrowed brows, "What's your problem?" As I passed the ball to the midfielder, I casually remarked, "You motherfucking bastard," and then flung the ball. "By the time this match is over, you'll be carried out on a stretcher," the announcer said.

He whispers, giving one of my buttocks a playful spank and flashing a teasing smile. I return the smile. “Now the score is tied, and the last game remains. The loser of that game will face punishment.” Edward reminds us. “So, are you both ready for the last game?” Alexander asks, and we nod in eagerness. It’s the last game of the day, and I feel excited about what’s in store.

Dolffe said as he pointed out into the wide open field and I couldn't even see where the fucking hole was, "you miss, you drink a shot." "No pressure but," Aebischer said as he positioned my body in the correct stance and stepped away, "I don't like losing to my brothers and that's why I never have. Now, relax, aim and don't listen to the words they shout because they're just trying to get your head out of the game." ~~~

I could hear Adalyn lightly chuckle at my behaviour but I was way too burried in my thoughts to acknowledge that. "So basically... You are trying to say that with all the advices I gave you, it gives you more reasons to be late and this is your 'game' as you tend to say?" "You got it all right!" She said smiling I looked at her dead in the eyes before taking a sip from my coffee only to realize that I was sipping on air. "You have a mind Adalyn... You have a mind." "Well as it is commonly said 'Don't hate the player, hate the game' " She said before winking at me