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4our: football

"bradley, there're new american students here. i think they call our football soccer," qamara called out rudely to the teacher, while messing around with a ball.

"louis, qamara, gather up your teams and select your co-captains, goalies, main players, defenders and attackers and the people you choose to bench. please be fair and don't bench people because you don't like them. from now on we'll call this soccer to not confuse some of you guys. alright, go ahead you guys while I get my stuff," mr. bradley told us before turning around and entering the gym again.

the sun shone brightly at us making me squint as the guys stood before me.

"zayn, you're my co-captain," i said blankly. he smirked and went to stand next to me. "so who wants to get benched for the rest of this term?" i asked nonchalantly. a lot of hands shot up, catching me by surprise. "alright, benched people stay to the side. the people who're good at defense stand on zayn's side and the ones who're good at attack stand on my side."

"dude, goalies?" zayn whispered to me.

"oh shit, yeah, almost forgot. who thinks they're capable of being a goalie?" i asked. three guys that i'm merely familiar with came and stood in front of us. "alright, archie you can be the goalie and david and tom, you guys are the backup goalies." they nodded in agreement. there were six people who claimed they were good at attack and seven who are good at defense, and we only needed eleven people all together on the team, which means now I'm the one who's going to be benching some people.

the team now consisted of me, zayn, archie the goalkeeper and eight other players; four for defense and the other four are attackers.

i sweet talked the other players to get benched temporarily as backup players if any of us got injured. it went better than i thought. and better than qamara.

her co-captain was the brunette and she was having a calm talk (on her side) with the redhead who tricked her friends in the gym. the redhead was waving her arms around like a mad woman while qamara just a stood there staring at her with no expression whatsoever.

"i'm sorry hun, i really wouldn't want you to stop the game with that annoying screeching of yours because you've broken a nail. you can go along with your followers, you're getting benched this term whether you like it or not."

"mr. bradley!" the redhead screamed loudly causing everyone on the field to wince. even mr. bradley who just exited the gym. the redhead skipped towards him. "mr. bradley, qamara is benching me because she dislikes me," she pouted her lips, getting all personal with the teacher. i scrunched my nose towards zayn.

"she doesn't even like football," qamara pitched in her defense.

mr. bradley opened a blue notebook and flipped through it. it took about a solid minute for him to get to the page he wanted. he glanced at the redhead exasperatedly.

"i'm sorry bianca, but you've never really played football before. i think qamara has the right to bench you until you're needed on the team," he tried to be gentle with her.

"but i want in!" she screeched.

"don't make me repeat what i just said," mr. bradley gritted his teeth in annoyance, towering over her, even though they were about the same height. bianca was tall for her age, and she still wears the pointy forks she likes to call heels. but she looked like a street cat, trying to intimidate you but you can't be bothered so you just kick it off the sidewalk.

she cowered away from the teacher and sat in the benches with a huff, her followers copying her actions.

we were in our positions. archie was in front of our net, zayn was defense and i was standing in front of qamara, a ball between us.

she wasn't looking at me, instead her eyes were focused on the ball, watching it slightly move on the wet grass.

a whistle was heard and qamara quickly took the ball and sprinted towards our goal, the ball dribbling between both her feet. she took advantage of her tiny figure and ran like light toddler being chased by an overweight grandpa.

"louis!"

"louis, get the damn ball!"

"run faster louis, my nan is faster than you, and she's dead!"

"what are ya'll doing standing there?!" i screamed as i ran after qamara. "i'm not the only player on the team, you plonkers, fucking help me!"

zayn got the ball from her and passed it to me, i quickly kicked the ball to the person nearest to the girls goal, which was jad. he took the ball and kicked it as hard, hitting the goalies head in the process. and goal!

we didn't have time to marvel in our accomplishment, the girls goalie angrily kicked the ball, making it go halfway through the court.

qamara immediately controlled it with her toes as she ran, screaming like a maniac, "you stupid females! why the fuck are you just standing there, do something!"

the girls started to cooperate and the brunette co-captain of the team kicked the ball. it almost got passed the line into the net if it wasn't for archie catching it with a gloves hand.

he passed the ball to me and i kicked it towards keran, accidentally shooting it higher than i intended to, making it fly over his shoulders and hit qamara. straight in the face.

her eyes met mine and she growled in irritation.

"don't you know how to fucking kick?!" she screamed as she ran passed me with the ball and putting all her anger and frustration in the kick. and she made a goal. a pretty painful one.

the kick was pretty hard to the point where it hit archie right in the chest and pushed him all the way into the net.

he groaned in pain but stood up anyway. 'ok?' i mouthed at him and he waved me off.

team louis : 1 team qamara: 1

god, was she good.

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one game, a soar dick and a certain qamara bitching about her bruised cheek later, the girls won because they always passed the ball to their captain and qamara being her bitchy self, aimed at our weak spots. which was down there.

"great game guys," mr. bradley clapped his hands. "but in a real game you can't aim at the guys dicks qamara. that would be a red card, especially if the referee was male, and you'd be eliminated from the game."

she huffed, "it was fun while it lasted," she shrugged and went to the girls locker room.

"bitch," i groaned walking into the boys locker room.

"come on man, don't be a soar loser. we just lost to one goal," zayn clapped a hand on my back. "but good luck with queen bitch, looks like you've earned yourself a year worth grudge," he laughed to himself, heading towards the showers.

qamara to the side or up :) vote? ily xx