New Girl (Boys of tommen fanfic)

Thirty Eight

Evie's POV

The cold breeze cut through my jacket as I stood on the sidelines, my camera poised in my hands, ready to capture the next move.

It was my fourth time photographing a rugby match, but this time felt different.

The tension in the air wasn't just from the game—it was the whispers, the stares. Lizzie's rumors had spread like wildfire, and no matter where I went, it felt like someone was talking about me.

Masen was out on the field, his movements swift and powerful.

Every time he made a play, I couldn't help but follow him with my lens.

There was something magnetic about the way he moved, the determination in his eyes. But today, he seemed... distracted.

The referee blew the whistle, and the game paused for a water break. I watched as Masen glanced over to the sidelines, his eyes searching the crowd before finally landing on me.

His gaze was intense, almost as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Johnny jogged over to him, clapping him on the back, but Masen barely reacted. His focus remained on me, even as the game resumed.

I snapped a few more photos, trying to shake the feeling that something was brewing—something bigger than rugby or rumors.

After the match ended, Ballylaggin secured another win, but the excitement was overshadowed by the weight of everything happening around us.

As the team gathered to celebrate, Masen walked toward me, his face serious. "We need to talk," he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the cheers of his teammates.

I nodded, my heart racing. I had a feeling this conversation was long overdue.

Masen's POV

After the match, I couldn't ignore it anymore. The tension between Evie and me, the rumors Lizzie had been spreading, the way people looked at her—it was all too much. I had to do something.

I found Lizzie in the parking lot, laughing with her friends as if nothing was wrong. My blood boiled at the sight of her. I stormed over, my fists clenched at my sides.

"Lizzie!" I called out, my voice sharp.

She turned, her smirk fading when she saw me. "Masen, what's with the tone?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"You need to stop spreading lies about Evie," I said through gritted teeth.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, please. It's just gossip. Don't tell me you actually believe her sob story."

I stepped closer, towering over her. "It's not gossip, and you know it. You're just trying to ruin her life because you're jealous."

Lizzie's face hardened, but I could see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "Jealous? Of what? Her criminal family? Give me a break."

I wasn't going to let her deflect. "This ends now, Lizzie. If you don't stop, I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of person you really are."

Lizzie scoffed, but there was fear behind her bravado. "Fine. Whatever. She's not worth it anyway."

As she walked away, I felt a surge of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. This was only the beginning.

I had defended Evie, but there was still so much left unsaid between us. And I wasn't sure if I was ready for that conversation.

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