These Things Happen

Chapter Eight

Playlist: Demons - Imagine Dragons

"We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours."

-Anonymous

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Hunter's POV:

Holy mother of god. She followed Dean after removing her tank top and I swear to Jesus that was more than enough for me to go kiss her there and then. Even though she was British, she did have some color on her which suited her so perfectly it was unreal. Her long slender legs were exposed and you could see how toned they were. Her sports bra covered her chest and everything else was just there. Fuck. You could clearly see her four-pack abs on her stomach and curves covered her hips. Curves at all the right places. Man, I needed a smoke right now.

Get a grip Hunter.

 

After shaking my thoughts away and snapping out of it. I announced with a smirk, "Me, Mikaelson, Jay and Rick versus the rest"

"Aw man, I wanted Lea on my team to kick your ass!" Dean whined.

"Well now she's on my team to kick yours." I replied sarcastically. Sorry buddy, she's not yours today.

"You do realize that neither of you have seen me play before." She interrupted us not knowing that we've fangirled like a bunch of teenage girls seeing One Direction over her. But she didn't need to know that.

"Oh we've seen you play." Dean smirked.

"Where?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Tryouts." I answered.

"But I never saw you guys there." She said in confusion adorably.

"Doesn't matter, point is. You're in my team. We gotta show Dean who's boss, you in?" I slyly said loud enough for Dean to hear it earning a hearty chuckle in response.

"Yes sir. What position do you want me to play?"

"Forward with me. I'll play mid too but you stick to forward. Jay and Rick you two stay at the back and play at the line." I ordered them. I knew she was good. After that day, I couldn't wait to play with her or against her. Either way, this girl was talent.

"Watch out, Mikaelson." Dean joked as he approached the center of the sand filled field they marked.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll go easy on you." She joked back smirking at him.

And then somebody blew a whistle and the game was on.

During the game, Dean dribbled the ball forward to our side passing it to his teammates making his way to the goal. I scoffed mentally, always the offensive strategy.

Typical Dean.

Seeing Max approaching my side of the field, I tackled him smoothly and dribbled the ball away from him. I headed towards the goal where I saw Lea make a run for it. Perfect chance to beat Dean's sorry ass I thought. Jay called for the ball, so I volleyed it to him and he passed it Lea. Atta boy. And I didn't make a run for it. I stayed back and watched. She dodged one guy nutmegging it through his legs and ran in full speed. Seeing another player approaching, she stopped and fake dribbled on each side to confuse him. Tricking him as well.