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seven

Before the game, tensions are at an all time high.

I stand near the field with Liam and Mason. The Devenford guys are getting ready, trying to look intimidating and what not.

Liam is staring angrily at Brett, who is pulling his shirt on. I get a clear view of his washboard abs. I try to discreetly peek.

"I don't care if he's a foot taller than me." Liam grumbles, turning back to us. "I think I can take him."

Mason nods quickly. "Yeah," Then his eyes go where mine just were.

Liam turns back, to see Brett shirtless. He narrows his eyes and looks back at Mason. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mason snaps to attention. "What? Me?"

Liam presses his lips together and nods, his eyebrows raised. I cross my arms and try not to smile. Liam smirks at me.

"I'm, agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable." Mason persuades, his eyes glued back on Brett.

"You think he's hot don't you?" Liam asks. I stifle a laugh as Mason fumbles for an answer.

"No! Not at all!" Mason denies, then stares for a second longer. "Okay. Maybe. Maybe a little."

"He wants to destroy me." Liam argues.

"You could definitely take him." Mason says. Liam nods and looks back. Mason adds, "And then give him to me."

Mason chuckles and Liam busts into laughter. His smile is so damn adorable. I grin.

"Just go and kick their asses." I tell Liam, touching his arm. Mason nods, agreeing with me.

"Alright," Liam smiles. Mason and I walk away to go sit, leaving Liam to play.

We find seats near the front, prepared for anything to happen. Which I know is very likely. With whatever they were talking about, Garrett being a murderer, it kinda creeped me out. Garrett touched me the night he killed someone. That's crazy.

I notice Scott on the bench talking to Kira. She's on the team, surprisingly. She's actually pretty good too. She's a starter. They both look pretty nervous.

Soon, the referee blows his whistle and it's time for the game to start. I chew on my nails. I just hope for one night nothing will go wrong. But I know that's a false hope.

Liam, Kira, Scott, Stiles, and unfortunately Garrett all jog out on to the field. The Devenford boys walk out as well, and I notice Brett immediately. Glaring into Liam's eyes.

Then, the game begins. The green jerseys of Devenford immediately pick up the ball and start running down the field. We try to stop them, repeatedly smacking them, but they all fail. Devenford passes down the field before launching the ball into the net straight past our goalie. Half the stands erupt in applause.

Mason and I let out a disappointed sigh. But it's just one point. We can come back. Scott, Stiles, and Kira walk back to their spots, all talking. Probably planning. Liam is on the other side of the field.

Then it's Scott and Brett together in the middle of the field. The face off. I see them talking. Hopefully making up. Then the ref whistles and Brett snatches up the ball with no hesitation, leaving Scott in the dust.

"Crap," I mutter to myself. Brett sprints down the field, his long legs stretching. I see a number nine running after him. Liam.

Liam takes a couple steps before two Devenford boys step in front of him. He collides head on, and falls to the ground in a heap. Brett swings his stick and the ball flies into the goal.