venture • lrh

thirty-one

SLEEPING TOGETHER

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Luke wipes the sweat off of his forehead. They have to play one last soccer game before the season ends. He has to play it. Luke needs the scouts and the attention. These fuckers on his team keep talking about Alexis, and he's not afraid to throw hands again. As long as they leave Ashton out of it.

"Maybe get your fucking head in the game instead of between her fucking legs," Tristan comments once Luke misses a penalty again. He groans, annoyed. He is not feeling it right now. Ashton can not blame him, to be fair. The things they've said about Alexis are surreal. 

"At least I can get my head between her thighs," Luke mumbles, primarily to himself. Ashton passes the ball back to Luke, and he walks away with it. He feels like the bullied little kid in high school, and fuck... He hated that. Did he actually get bullied in high school the first year? Yes. Because it is so funny not to have a mother, right? 

"Hemmings?" The coach calls him. Luke frowns but runs toward the man. "Is it true?" This is the only question the coach has to ask, but Luke knows exactly what he's talking about. 

"I wanna play soccer with a team, not with a bunch of fucking illegal toddlers," Luke tells him. The coach frowns at his words, wanting Luke to elaborate more about what he said. "They want to rape my girlfriend." He says through gritted teeth. 

"You have a girlfriend?" He asks the tall blonde. Anthony Peter has been coaching this team for ages, and Luke has had a peak performance this season. Mainly because of him, they're going to play a higher league. He can't lose his best player, his team captain. 

"Yeah, I bet you know her. Alexis?" Anthony looks up to remember, and fuck; he's doing so well with pretending. He has known Alexis her entire life. He even happens to know what she feels like. God, she has become such a beautiful woman. "She's at every game, always cheering at the sideline." He says. 

"The brunette," Anthony says. "Pretty girl," he says right after. "You got yourself a good one." Luke frowns at the words. He knows that damn well. 

"However, that's not the point. I'm not going to be surrounded by teenage boys who can't keep their dick in their pants." 

"So you'd give up everything because they're teasing?" He asks. Luke's frown grows more prominent as he hears that. It's definitely not teasing. 

"I wouldn't be giving up on anything but this team." He says, a little side eye to the rest of the team, who seem to be a bunch of girls who're giggling right now. "I just think that in order to get better, I need to find another team." Anthony nods. "I'm going home." 

Practice isn't over, they still have an hour left to go, but he can't be there. This practice has been sucking absolute ass. He doesn't even care what anyone says about that right now. In fact, he knows that this is a reason to get on the bench, but coach won't do that. Not for the sake of the game or the audience. 

He grabs his bag and walks towards his car. Once he sits behind the wheel, he sighs deeply. He grabs his phone and decides whether to text her or not. With his rapid heartbeat of rage, she is the only one who can calm it down. 

But he doesn't want to go to her place only to make himself feel better. He doesn't even want her to see him like this. Maybe they could call later tonight. He has to take a shower first anyways. He could leave the girl alone. He never felt so dependent on someone. 

He drives back home and finds his way toward the shower. He turns it on and removes the clothes from his body while he still feels anger running through his veins. He hates that the guys he once considered friends are now the people he despises the most.