What Love Feels Like

Nine ½ | BONUS CHAPTER

Noah - at practice

I gulp down my water during the five minute break coach graciously gifted us with.

"In two weeks we're against Eastwood and those bitches never play fair. Remember to keep your cool." Coach informs us.

We all nod, most of the others in confusion.

"Alright, now that all the positive pep talk shit is over, I want two teams. Larsen since you're the captain, you're going to lead team one, and Jackson since you're the co captain you lead team two. Got it?"

We both nod, while I scan the room for who to pick on my team.

Both of us choose, and we get into our respective positions and coach rings the whistle for us to start.

We're halfway through the game and I'm fucking exhausted and pissed. Pissed of at Nathan fucking Williams. He has been in my face the whole time blocking me every time I'm about to score.

Of course, I end up scoring any way. Poor guy should cry himself to sleep because his lame ass tactic didn't work with me.

We're finally done with the game with us winning 3-2 against Jackson's team. I'm walking off the field, but this ugly ass Nathan's face comes in full view.

Does this guy know a thing called personal space or should I teach I to him?

I shove him by his shoulder, "Dude, you've got to stop coming in my face like you want to make out."

His smug smile wipes off. To be honest, he is the only guy I don't really fuck with, mostly because he is a pretentious asshole and a little because he hit on Ariella.

Okay, maybe a lot.

Coach found that out early on, based on my 'behaviour' towards him and told me to pack it all up.

So now, I've got to be 'friendly' or what ever.

He smirks, "Oh sorry dude, I know you only want your chick to be so close to you. My bad."

Chick? What the fuck is he on?

Whose grandfather even says chick anymore?

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I keep my voice as emotionless as possible, because I know this guy and his history with provoking.

The smug smirk is still there and my hands are itching to punch it off of his face.

"Oh wait, Ariella isn't even your girl. She just follows you around like the desperate bitch she is."

I don't think as I slam him against the goal post by his collar.

"What the fuck did you just say?"
Two voices with mine, say at the same time.

Ethan and Jackson, I note.

My voice is deadlier than ever, trying to give him a last chance to take his fucking words back before he becomes one with the goal post.

He doesn't take it, "You heard me," His voice trembles slightly as my hands tighten around his collar. Fucking coward. "Ariella is a fucking slut who follows you around like a bitch-" He spits.

Before he finishes what he said,and before Ethan, Jackson or Hunter get the chance to do it, my fist connects with his face and I hear a loud crack. I punch him, again and again, until his nose starts to bleed.

Somehow, this bitch manages to throw in one punch to my face before coach yells at us to stop and Hunter and Ethan pull me away.

"What did I just say of not fighting yesterday?" He yells.

I don't answer, but that fucker starts to say, "Coach-"

Coach cuts him off, "Shut the fuck up, Williams. Don't think I didn't hear what you said to provoke Noah. You're benched for the next two games."

"But coach-" Nathan starts to argue.

He cuts Nathan off again, "I don't want to hear it and it's not like you'll even be able to play." He glances at Nathan's state pointedly.

He finally turns to me, "Larsen, go the hell home and cool off."

I nod as I turn to leave.

I don't regret a single thing.
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