𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 → 𝐥.𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝟏𝟔 | 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 were unremarkable cold under my thighs, the feeling of metal slipping past the edge of my skirt. The sun was beating down hard enough for the players on the field to break more than a sweat. 

The grass field was soft and moist, the dirt squishing under their cleats as they ran around, soccerball passing between their feet. Students that attended the school, students of the Brockville Lakers, and families that have come to enjoy a good sports game sat around me on the bleachers. 

Stadium lights were yet to flicker on, but as the sun began to lower in the sky, I knew it was only a matter of time. The boys yelled around the field, hands going up in the air as a way of getting their teammates to see that they're open. 

"Go eagles go!" Sloane and Nikayla, all dressed in cheerleading outfits, yelled from the closest side of the field. Their pompoms waving wildly as a few kicked their legs up in the air, squealing happily as they did so. "

"Since when did you guys have cheerleaders?" Luke asked as he sat down, hands stuffing themselves into his jacket as he did so. 

"No clue," Amelia replied as she sat on the other side of me, Frankie, Josh, and Dylan beside her. "I normally walk away when they begin to squeal and cheer,"

"It is quite annoying, isn't it," Frankie agreed as he shuffled closer to Amelia, a small grin on his cheeks. 

Luke sat beside me, watching as both teams warmed up on the field. He had insisted on attending, which I didn't have a problem with. Although he's been living in London for a while, he rarely attended sports games, which in his opinion was 'Daft'. 

I had slowly been getting better at learning the terminology that came with living in London and let me tell you, it's difficult to follow. And the money. Let me tell you, it is frustratingly hard to figure out which is which when buying something. 

A piercing whistle echoed across the field, followed by thundering footsteps of players running towards their benches. As the boys circled up, I could see Louis standing next to Kory and Vinnie, his forehead dripping in sweat. 

"I'll be right back," I whispered to Luke as I stood up, his eyes focused on the other team who were beginning their cheer. 

Hopping down the bleacher steps, I slowly walked towards the large group of Westbrooke football players. The cheerleaders, Sloane and Nikayla included, continued to cheer loudly, singing songs and doing flips from time to time. 

"You go out there, and you crush them to bits," Coach Trescott said as he looked at each bit individually. "They are nothing compared to you! Do you see that one? He's half the size of Garza and can barely kick a ball," 

Looking to where Coach was pointing, I realized he was right. The kid was about five feet tall and kept pushing up his glasses every second that he could. One of his shoes was untied and I knew that if he even tried to take a step, he was going down onto the ground.