I'M YOURS, lewis hamilton

01

In some scenarios a group of twenty-ish—sweaty men would sound like a dream. But in truth, it wasn't.

It was fucking disgusting.

Mirabella swore they were dogs in disguise cause it felt like they were slobbering everywhere. And unfortunately for her, these were the boys she was stuck with for at least two more seasons.

Wish her good luck.

Like, yeah, Mirabella has been on Arsenal's men's team for a little less than a year now, but she swore she was never going to get used to it.

It wasn't necessarily that the women were more elegant or proper. It was just that they didn't sweat like fucking pigs. Some did, but not literally every single one. Vs the men's, it was every single one of them. There were also just some habits they had that were just... ew. Like spitting everywhere... disgusting.

Didn't help when she and Bukayo were fighting for the ball, pushing against each other until their referee or their manager; Emery blew the whistle and signalled for them to stop.

The coach gave the hand signal for a free kick and pointed at her. Bukayo groaned, letting out a loud 'come on' and she grinned, clapping her hands in excitement and laughing in his face. He glared at her and rolled his eyes as he walked away, letting her set up the free kick.

Mirabella took a few steps away from the football, looking over the Arsenal team that was split into two, all wearing vests with two different colours that made it easy to see the split. Her eyes narrowed and she lifted her hand as she looked at the distance between her and the goal. She stood about midfield, but they weren't playing on the usual size of a field, so the distance wasn't that big compared to a proper game.

She kicked it, pulling all the way through, and she watched the football move through the air, curving over the players until it slammed into the net. Her side of the team cheered, running to her and patting her back as they praised her.

A big change since when she joined the team. It had been tense, to say the least. She hadn't felt very wanted back then, but when she put into games and scored goals over and over again she gained respect. It was kind of like she had to prove herself. But honestly, she couldn't blame them. It was very true that a woman's body is so different to a man's. How could she possibly keep up with them?

But she did and it quickly gained their respect. Most of them at least. Some were still a little distant and cold, but she couldn't care less about them.

Concentrating on them wasn't healthy for her and it just brought down her usual happy mood. Fuck the haters, right?

Even if most of the team had been iffy with her in the beginning there were those who welcomed her with open arms. Aaron, Martin and Bukayo were the main ones. There was a reason why she was the closest with the three of them, especially Martin since they were friends before she joined the team. Ever since his Real Madrid days and her days back at the Women's Arsenal team.

All in all, Mirabella was friends with most of the team and the rest she tolerated and so did they.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as Coach blew the whistle once and then twice. It brought all of their attention to him and they listened as he spoke, "That's that for today boys... and girls. I'll see you all next practice."

The team let out a 'see you' in unison, all moving along and taking off the sweaty vests that stunk so bad it honestly baffled her sometimes. She's hated those things since freaking primary school and now she was stuck with them until she retired at... whatever age.

The team moved along, taking off their vests and throwing them into the basket the assistant coach was holding. They followed the path that led to the main building of the training centre, the studs under their boots clicking against the asphalt.