The practice field buzzed with energy as Hadassah caught footballs like a champ. The sun blazed down, and she was in her element, laughing and showing off her skills. “Hey, did you see that catch?” she yelled to the sidelines, her confidence radiating.
“Nice one, Hadassah!” someone shouted back, and she grinned, clearly loving the attention.
But then, her gaze landed on Patrick, who was stretching out nearby. He looked good, really good. She leaned back, pretending to examine him like a piece of art. “Yo, Patrick! You’re looking extra... cake-y today!” she called out.
Patrick raised an eyebrow, looking curious but also confused. “Cake-y? What does that even mean?”
But before he could respond, Hadassah sprang into action. Without warning, she charged toward him and sank her teeth into his ass, catching him completely off guard.
“Ow! What the hell, Hadassah?” he yelped, jumping away and spinning around, his eyes wide in shock. “Did you just bite me?”
Hadassah didn’t just bite; she quickly followed up with a quick lick. “Yup! You were just walking around with all that cake, so I had to get a taste!” she said, laughing as she wiped her mouth.
Patrick was flushed, holding his backside. “You could’ve asked! That’s a little much, don’t you think?” he exclaimed, still processing what just happened.
“Hey, if you’re gonna flaunt it, I’m gonna bite it!” she shot back, her laughter ringing through the air. “I mean, it’s not my fault you make it too easy!”
Just then, Coach Reid, who had been observing the whole thing with a mix of disbelief and irritation, stormed over, his face red with frustration. “What the hell is going on here? Hadassah just bit Patrick’s ass on my field!” he bellowed, drawing the attention of everyone around.
Patrick looked at the coach, still red in the face. “It was just a friendly bite, Coach! You know how it is!”
“Friendly bite? You’re making it sound like we’re at a petting zoo!” Coach Reid shouted, his eyes wide. “This is a football practice, not a circus! What kind of example are you setting? You can’t just run around biting people like that! What’s next? Are we going to have a food fight during drills?”
Hadassah shrugged, still giggling. “I mean, if he keeps walking around like that, I might have to take another bite!”
“NO! No more biting!” Coach Reid exclaimed, his voice escalating. “You guys need to focus on football! This isn’t a playground; it’s a training field! We’ve got serious work to do, and I can’t have you two distracted by... whatever this is!”
“Fine! But I’m just saying... if he keeps strutting around like that, I might have to take another bite!” she declared, laughing and dancing away from Patrick.
Coach Reid ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “Hadassah, this is a football team, not a comedy club! We’re here to train and improve, not to get into biting matches! I swear, if you bite anyone else, I’ll make you run laps until next Tuesday!”
“I'll try!” she said with a cheeky salute. “But no promises if he keeps walking around like that!”
As practice wrapped up, I couldn’t help but think about how entertaining it was to have Hadassah around. Her wild energy kept us all laughing, especially Patrick, who seemed to be both annoyed and flattered by the whole situation.
“Alright, team! Let’s call it a day!” Coach Reid announced, shaking his head at Hadassah’s antics. “And Hadassah, remember: fewer bites, more catches!”
“I’ll keep that in mind!” she replied, still giggling as she high-fived her teammates.
As everyone packed up to leave, I could see Patrick still looking flustered but secretly enjoying the attention. Hadassah was right—when life gives you cake, you gotta take a bite.
