RaStro FicS

She keeps me warm (2)

Glaiza leaned down as she positioned herself for the free kick. The brief shower of rain dampened the soccer field, but her team played through it. The score was two to one in favor of her team, RK's Wild Cats, with nine a side.

"Raf's on stand by." Chynna, the petite girl stop-yelled at their forwards and glanced at her best friend, giving Glaiza a wink.

Both women knew the kick favored right side over Gabby's position.

The dark haired midfielder wound up and kicked the ball low. The ball was struck sharply, heading directly to Gabby when their third forward, Jason, kicked the ball to goal but was cleared by their opponent's defense.

Gabby was pissed. "Jase! What are you doing?" His arm was getting sore as he needed some ice on it as he accidentally landed with his right arm.

Jason growled at Glaiza. "Fuck! You saw I had it. What the hell, Glaiza?"

Glaiza stood her ground, facing the irate third forward. "Just back off, Jason. Come on, we've got a game to finish."

"The fuck I will!" Jason stepped closer. "It was in my territory."

Chynna jumped in between her best friend and the irascible, but talented forward player. "Jase, it's over. Come on. Let's get this out and call it a day." She quickly searched the bench looking for their coach who was also her boyfriend.

Kean, Wild Cats' coach, yelled from the benches. "Jason! Get back to your position. Gabby?" He nodded to the first forward then pointed the goal.

Chynna took the ball from Glaiza and spoke softly. "He's an asshole. Just let it go."

Glaiza nodded and went back to her midfield position as Chynna threw the ball in to Rafael. And as he saw an open Glaiza, he passed it through and she dribbled the ball near the goal then kicked it back to Rafael, with one touch kicking it hard to Jason who jumped and made a flawless goal scoring to three and the game was over. It was time to celebrate. The victorious Wild Cats headed to their coach who gave each one a high five. He was extremely proud of his team and if they continued to play the way they did, they would be a shoe-in for the playoffs. "Team, it's on me. Drinks at RK's. Everybody coming?"

"Count me in." Gabby yelled as he wrapped a cold rag around his arm and slipped on a nylon jacket.

Several other players confirmed before Jason made his challenging announcement with a wicked chuckle. "First one to get drunk gets laid."

The ladies rolled their eyes while the men hissed at Jason's boast, but few were brave enough to challenge his usual crass and rude comments. The third forward was tall and strong with a sturdy build. He didn't take any gruff, but served up plenty and often.

Dusting off her jersey, Glaiza ignored the third forward. She surveyed her uniform before turning to Chynna. "I gotta run home first and change."

Immediately, Chynna made a couple of quick swipes at the dirty backside of Glaiza's uniform shirt. "That's most of it. You don't have to change. Besides, it'll take too long."

Glaiza shook her head. Since playing for the Wild Cats, she had saved each and every one of her jerseys, all displaying the number twenty-one. They were part of her prized collection and she only wore the older ones on special occasions. "No. I need to wash my uniform first. I won't be long enough. I promised your uncle I'd help tonight at the bar."

"Okay." Chynna finally agreed. "See you later then. Not too long."

"Right there and back." Glaiza smiled. She lived ten miles of town and sometimes it was a pain to run back to the house before returning to town, but she wouldn't trade the serene tranquility for anything. Glaiza packed up her belongings and made her way to her red Ford EcoSport.