BILLIE-HALES

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning, I'm waking to the sound of birds singing away. It's my phone. After a few moments of ignoring it, I finally switch it off. As soon as I remember what I'm doing today, my heart thumps against my chest. Believe me, it's been thumping since Carson said I'll be taking all the photos for the club's program. Of course, it means I'll be taking individual shots. Yep, of each player and coach-trainer that walks on that field. All the while my heart is going crazy, I'm wondering if he'll be there too. Oh god, what if he is what will I do? Okay, just be cool act unaffected don't allow him to see that he affects you.
Billie, stay-strong. You need him to see that you're okay, and you don't have to be, the "lost sheep" anymore. Not to him, not anyone. Yeah, that's easier said, than done, especially when you hear them meaning their boots. All, of them and I mean, I hear all, of them, heading towards me. The rugby players, every one of them, are walking down the corridor. I've sorted my equipment, ready to take the first of photos for their squad info/head-shots. Yet as I hear them head towards me, my stomach dances. Not only that, but my heart is literally pounding in my chest. Oh, fuck so much for ignoring him. I mean, Holy mother, he's not even shown his face yet. Bollocks! Luckily, it's the under eighteens to get their shots done first. So it gives me a little more time you know to prepare.
After taking head-shots of the under eighteens-squad, along with, and a few offers for a date. It's finally time to take head-shots of the official team Jax's team. Okay, Billie, you can do this just don't allow him to see that he's still in here still messing your head up.

"Knock-knock..."
While my heart pounds in my chest, I eventually look up to see one player. Yes, I know most of their names now only because I've done a little research. Yeah, I know shocker. Yet even though, I know their names. Well, some of them anyway, but even though, I know them I still have to ask them all. I ask them for their names and field positions they play you know so I can add it to the shot.

"H-hey, it's Garret Watson, right?"
He grinned and nods, telling me, he is indeed.
"So, where do you want me?" He asked in a very, deep Scottish accent. He sounds amazing.
"Just take a seat over there, please. Sit forward, facing me. I'll take the shot and then you can make your way to the pitch where I'll take the team photo."

He did as I asked and sits down. Only as he goes, I can't help looking at his tight backside. Wow, just wow. Holy mother, these rugby boys sure have nice backsides and legs. Oh, who am I kidding? They're all hot as hell. Well, aside from the really creepy/perve ones. You know, the ones that have no teeth and like to over stare. Don't get me wrong, they could be nice fellas, but the vibes they give off kinda freak me out a little. Hell, especially this next one. They call him Frank Hearty. He's twenty-eight, and he's really looking at me. I mean, staring at me. It's very unsettling, but then he shocked me when he finally speaks.

"Aren't you the one who got herself knocked out? The one they call lumpy?"
He's a Geordie lad. His accent is very strong, but this lumpy shit needs to stop.
"My name is Billie-Hales Lawrence, but you can call me Billie. Yes, I had pissed off a ball recently."
His eyes go a little wide and then he asked if I'm any relation to Scott Lawrence.
"He's my great uncle; my dad's uncle." I tell him before clearing my throat. I really don't want to discuss who my dads are. So I told him to "sit straight and don't move."
After taking the picture, I call out for the next player.

"Wait, can I get your number? I'd um. Well, I'd like to take you out."
Oh god, not again. I had enough of this with the under-eighteens.
"Sorry, Frank, but my heart belongs to another." Was all I said, knowing full well who it is. But I'm not telling him this.
Anyway, he's about to say more but we get interrupted. Very rudely I might add too.

"Hurry the fuck up, Hearty. Some people have shit to do. I can't be standing about here waiting for you to line-up your next fix."

Pain like no other hits my chest again. Seriously, did he just say that shit? My eyes snap up to look at him, but he's not looking at me. Shit, he still looks so beautiful. Angry, and pissed off, but beautiful.
Okay, Billie, give your head a shake. Don't allow him to see that he's stabbed your heart.