New Girl (Boys of tommen fanfic)

Twenty Six

Evie

The sun was already sinking lower, casting a golden glow over the rugby field. This wasn't my first match, but there was something about being behind the camera again that sent a thrill through me.

My first experience photographing the team had been a whirlwind, and while I was more confident this time, I couldn't shake the nervous energy running through my veins.

I adjusted my camera, the cool metal familiar under my fingers. From the sidelines, I could see the players getting ready, warming up under the watchful eye of their coach.

Johnny, ever the captain, was shouting directions at his teammates, his voice rising above the ambient noise.

Shannon stood beside me, practically vibrating with excitement, Ollie and Tadgh at her feet.

"Better be ready, Evie," Shannon teased, giving me a nudge. "Johnny's in the zone today, and you're going to want to capture every moment."

"I'm ready," I assured her, glancing toward the field where Masen was laughing with Gibsie and Feely, stretching his arms above his head.

A wave of heat crept up my neck, and I quickly lifted the camera to focus on adjusting my settings.

The match started, and the energy shifted. The crowd roared as the players kicked into action, the thud of bodies colliding and the whistle of the referee becoming a rhythmic backdrop to the game.

Through my lens, I tried to capture the raw emotion—the focus in Johnny's eyes, the camaraderie of the players, and, of course, the action on the field.

Masen stood out, as always. He wasn't the captain, but there was something about the way he moved that caught my attention. Fluid, confident, like he was born for this.

I found myself snapping more pictures of him than I probably should have, but I couldn't help it. There was something magnetic about him.

During halftime, the team retreated to the locker rooms, and Shannon excused herself to talk to Johnny. I stayed back with my camera, reviewing the shots I'd taken so far. The match was intense, but I knew I'd gotten some good ones.

Just as I was getting into the rhythm of editing, I felt a presence beside me. I glanced up to see Masen standing there, his hair damp with sweat, but his smile easy and relaxed.

"Catching my good side again, Jones?" he teased, and I could hear the lightness in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. "I'm just trying to make you look halfway decent."

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Ouch. But I'll take what I can get."

We stood there for a moment, the sounds of the crowd muffled in the background. There was an ease between us now, a growing comfort that hadn't been there the first time we'd met.

Something about the way he looked at me made my pulse quicken, and I quickly shifted my focus back to my camera.

"Big game today," I said, trying to fill the silence.

"Yeah, we're up against a good team. Should be interesting."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," I muttered, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He was too close, his presence overwhelming in a way I couldn't explain.

Before I could say anything else, the coach blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second half. Masen gave me one last smile before jogging back onto the field, leaving me standing there with my heart racing.

The second half of the game was even more intense. The rival team was good—really good—and our players were struggling to keep up.

Johnny was everywhere, barking orders, trying to rally his team, but it was Masen who seemed to hold everything together. Every time the other team gained ground, he was there, intercepting passes, tackling with a fierceness I hadn't seen before.

The final minutes of the game were a blur. The tension in the air was palpable as both teams fought tooth and nail for the win. I captured everything—the sweat, the grit, the determination.

And then, in the last few seconds, Masen made a break for it, dodging defenders with a speed that had the entire crowd on its feet.

Snap. Snap. Snap. My camera clicked away as he charged down the field, the ball tucked securely under his arm. The roar of the crowd grew louder with each step he took, and before I knew it, he crossed the line, scoring the winning try.

The stadium erupted. Shannon screamed, her brothers jumping up and down in excitement.

I lowered my camera, feeling a rush of pride for the team—for Masen. As the players gathered in celebration, Masen caught my eye again. This time, his smile was different—softer, more genuine.

I smiled back, heart pounding in my chest.

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Ahhhh

Masen 🥺🥺