Incharge - 18+

Chapter 11

Scarlet Collins

There was a buzz in the air throughout dinner. Showcase Day's main event was only an hour away from starting; students and sponsors alike were anticipating the big rugby match.

I opted to wear something plain and simple with Thomas' shirt, just a pair of grey drawstring shorts. The evenings were still weirdly warm so I shouldn't get too cold.

Emmy and I had made a silent agreement to not speak but be civil between us while Meghan was her usual self. Although, she was a lot chattier than she normally was. It seemed that her mouth had opened and hadn't bothered to shut again.

"Also, I have exciting news!" Meghan squealed.

I wasn't particularly in the mood for whatever news this was but by the look on Emmy's nosy face you could tell that she was hanging onto every word Meghan was saying.

"So... there's a reason why I got annoyed at Emmy for moving my pillow..."

Emmy triumphantly jumped up from the table and slapped it, "I knew it! I knew you were hiding something! Was something in the pillowcase? Oh don't tell me the good news is that you started dealing drugs! If you need money just ask."

Meghan looked at her confused, "What makes you think I need money?"

And Emmy being Emmy: "Who doesn't?"

I huffed a small laugh but ultimately turned myself to face Meghan, "What about your pillow?"

"Well... there may have been- still is- a um... photo..." She murmured and pulled back in to herself almost as if she was regretting she spoke.

Emmy sat back down and leaned in close in a hushed whisper, "Is it your nud-"

Meghan sat bolt up right, "OMG no! Jeez Em, let me finish my words!"

I lightly slapped Emmy on the arm but she just shrugged.

"I have a picture of a boy in my pillowcase..." Meghan started blushing so hard that her face lit up the room.

"Meg! Who? Oh please tell us! You've literally been manifesting a guy so you need to tell us who!" I couldn't stay silent and grumpy anymore, I was far to curious.

"Hey, Megs! You coming?" The three of us looked up in unison to see Cory fucking Matthews stepping into the dining hall and beckoning Meghan to go over.

Emmy and I were gobsmacked. Cory?! Like he's good looking and all but since when did Meghan like him? Since when did sh hang out with him?!

Meghan began getting up to follow Cory, "So you missed stuff at the football... bye!" And she made a run for Cory leaving us in awe of the current situation.

"I need details later! Meghan!" Emmy called after her, "Damn, since when did you guys get action when I get nothing."

I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my water, "Truce?"

"'Course! Do you think I wouldn't talk to you after that explosion of information?" Emmy was hitting her overwhelmed crazy phase and I knew we had to get out of the hall before she did anything too embarrassing.

The game was to start soon so we walked over to pitches and squeezed through the crowd for a front row view. The boys had just finished warming up and I made eye contact with Thomas who waved. I gave a small wave back and smiled.

Emmy looked at me and pointed down her throat pretending to be sick, "Hey, we called truce."

"Doesn't mean I need to like the guy."

"Damn. Touché Emmy."

"Merci!" She was very happy with that small quip so maybe she will stop hating on me for a bit.

The whistle blew and the game started. I could understand most of what was going on and was able to cheer for Harrowhill successfully. Annoyingly, it seemed like I was only cheering for Nick.

He was the one scoring all the tries, the one with all the glory. I'm surprised he wasn't falling over from the ego in his head getting so big. I had just turned around to talk to Emmy who was too busy texting to watch the game when I turned back to lock eyes with Nick. He looked mad.

What. A. Shame.

Nick Owens

I knew she was thinking of taking Thomas to the dinner. But coming with him to the game, in his fucking shirt? That's another level.

A plan began to form in my head - get Thomas' shirt to rip. I finally understood why Emmy had told me to bring a spare shirt.

The ball was kicked up and I saw Thomas running for it. I ran up behind him and helped him jump up into the air. On his was back down to the ground, I ripped the number off of his back.

Thomas kept talking back to the ref saying he was fine and I just kept apologising for recking his jersey. The ref wouldn't let Thomas continue playing if his number wasn't visible - which it no longer was as half of the number 7 was lying on the turfed up ground. Obviously, I knew about this rule. The ref asked for Thomas to get his spare jersey but Thomas wouldn't say where it was.

As captain, I pulled Thomas over and told him I knew Scarlet was wearing his jersey and that I would sort something out. He nodded in agreement and that's all the approval I needed.

I ran over to my kit bag on the sidelines and ran up to Scarlet. "Take your shirt off."

She looked back at me baffled. If only I could say that to her back in the Authority rooms.

"Thomas can't play without a visible number and you're wearing his spare." I explained quickly. The game had to finish in the next fifteen minutes due to the evening meal for the sponsors, "Wear mine, I have my spare."

I handed the jersey to her and Scarlet turned around and swiftly pulled Thomas' jersey over her head and pulled mine on, "What do you think?" She asked sarcastically.

"Gorgeous."

She rolled her eyes and joined in the cheering as Thomas put on his new jersey and the game recommenced. Behind her, two thumbs were waving in the air. My supposed partner in crime mouthed 'well done' and nodded towards me. But I didn't really care about Emmy's approval.

All I could look at was my name on the back of the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on.