Michael:
"Bitch." you hear the other girl say. Throughout the course of the game, this girl has been on your back and throwing elbows and just not playing right. You've been fighting back the same way, but this pushed you over the edge. You run up and slide tackle her even though she doesn't have the ball. You stand up super fast and get in fighting position. She goes to punch you in the face but you duck. You push both of her shoulders and she stumbles back a few steps.
"Let's go." you growl.
"Alright, asshole, you asked for it." she practically yells.
She walks up and punches you in the face but you can't duck out of the way in time. You take the blow and settle yourself. You punch her with a nasty left hook then a right upper cut. She falls to the floor with a bloody nose. Another one of her teammates goes up to punch you but you duck and push her to the ground. Soon, the whole team is coming at you and your team comes to back you up. It's a pretty messy fight, with random fists flying through the air, never really hitting the targets. After a few minutes, the referees finally separate the teams and end up giving you and the two other girls red cards, which means you have to sit out the rest of the game, and you get suspended for six games because you initiated the fight. Your coach tells you that you're lucky the suspension is that short, but you're too pissed to care. Luckily, the game only had six more minutes left, so you 'patiently' sat on the bench, cheering immensely for your team. The game ends and your team wins 3-1. Your coach gives her end of the game speech and after, you walk pretty fast off the field, knowing that with the adrenaline running through your body, you're gonna want to start another fight.
"Hey guys." you say to the four boys that came to watch you, passing quickly by them.
"Shit, girl." Calum says, jogging to catch up with you. The other boys follow. You roll your eyes.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Luke asks you.
"Damn girl. That was insane!" Ashton boasts.
You keep walking in silence.
"You okay?" Luke finally asks.
"Yeah." you smirk, reaching the car and unlocking it.
"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" Ashton repeats Luke's question.
"Well, when I was younger, my dad used to send me to boxing lessons because he always wanted to have a kid who boxed. My mom made me quit soon after, but I still go back to the gym because the guys there know I'm good."
"You're a boxer?" Calum says, dumbfounded.
"Yeah..." you taper off, opening the driver's side door. They all stand there in silence.
"You gonna get in?" you ask them.
They all quickly nod and get into your car. You head back to their house and you all walk inside.
"I'm hungry." you complain, once you sit down on the couch.
"You guys wanna go get food?" Luke asks.
"Well... you guys could go get me food." you smile from ear to ear at them.
"Fine." Ashton says, grabbing his car keys, "only because that was awesome." he says, referring to your fight. You roll your eyes again and Luke, Calum, and Ashton all leave the house to go get food, which will inevitably be McDonalds.
"You've been awfully quiet." you say to Michael, smirking.
His head shoots up and he looks at you.
"Yeah." he says quietly.
"Do you not like it when I fight?" you ask, actually concerned.
"No, I knew that you fought at the gym but I had never seen it?"
"You scared of me now."
"No, but I just thought you should know that your boyfriend likes it rough." he smirks.
"Good to know." you smile at him, before lying back on the couch. He stands up from the chair he's sitting in and lays over you.
"Whatcha doin' Michael?" you ask, pretending to be innocent.
"Something I've needed to do since we left the field." he smiles and crashes his lips into yours. You begin a heated makeout session until the door opens.
"EWW!" You hear Ashton scream. You push Michael off of you and run over to the food.
"Gross." Luke jokes at Michael.
"You're just fucking jealous." Michael sits there with a huge smile on his face.
"Oh hush up, that was just to waste time until my real boyfriend came."
Michael shoots a look at you.
"The McChicken, Michael. The McChicken." you say, smiling.
