Knowing Us

Chapter 17

Greyson's POV

Watching Catherine leave with Garret was something that shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.

Days later and heavy lifting at the gym didn't hurt. No the only thing that hurt was seeing her walk out with him instead of me. It was like a direct answer to my burning questions. All ending with the same thing: she doesn't fucking want you.

I couldn't get it through my thick skull because I was too into everything and anything that shouldn't be happening.

I was supposed to be focusing on the game not some girl who had once ruined me.

But I wasn't the smartest man on the Earth. No, because here I stood at lunch staring at her talking to Julian's little sister. Everyone looked at her like she was unapproachable but when I stared at her it was like she was a beacon of sunshine shot straight from heaven itself. That was until reality hit me and her mouth would open. Then the humbling would ground me to realise that she hated my guts and I would do well in doing the same.

"You nervous about the game coming up?" Julian asked biting into a crisp apple.

"Cap? Nervous? He'd die before admiring that." Patrick snorted punching my shoulder. "He's a fucking cheetah on that field."

"And out of that field too, huh." Holt winked as a group of girls passed us. "I bet they'd do anything you say."

"Don't be stupid." I mutter polishing my shoes with Julian's shoe polisher. "Bad enough the Dean thinks you guys are fooling around. Don't drag my name through the dirt."

"Fuck the Dean. Who gives us shit about him when the girls' Dean is hot. I want that woman to blow me." Holt laughed out loud catching popcorn between his teeth. "She's the hottest milf I've seen."

"Run your mouth like that and we'll all secure an expulsion." I warn him.

"Relax, Cap. The Dean knows about this thick-head. Expulsion would be a problem for the government to have this guy on the loose!" Cory snickered as Holt smacked the back of his head.

I couldn't help forming a smile on my own face as they bickered. "The other team should see us now."

"At least we're authentic and have better haircuts. Did you see the fuckers we won against last time? Fucking bowl cuts for all the assholes." Julian exclaimed touching his hair grimly. "Thank the Lord our uni isn't that way."

"All that hair and still no girl." Holt waggled his brows earning a shove from Julian. "Relax, man. I'm only stating facts."

"Shut up both of you." I got up tossing the shoe polisher into Julian's bag. "We've got a game today and I want both of your heads screwed in tightly. I mean it. No shit-shows happening on the field."

"We've got your back, Cap." Cory said sounding more serious now. "I swear all of us will be on our best behaviour."

"We know how much this means to you, Reid. Don't let us fool you." Holt winked taking a bite of Julian's apple. The latter frowned and tossed it into the trash. "Rude."

"Quit being a kid." Julian grumbled straightening his sweater before looking at me. "We have a game tonight. Same strategy?"

I nod in thought. "Tonight's team is shitty to say the least but that doesn't mean we keep our confidence through the roof. If they are on the field they're still a threat. Tonight's purpose is to still win but also it's significant to note that if we win-"

"When we win." Patrick interrupted earning fist bumps from me the guys.

I breathed a laugh and shook my head. ", we'll get into the semi finals and that's where the real danger begins. Bask in today because from tomorrow the standards are going to be fucking astronomical. We'll be playing with schools that have trained people into the Leagues - fucking nationals even. And that is something none of us can mess up. Not even for a second because one wrong move and we are done. And that would be a fucking waste cause I know how good this team is so don't fucking laze."