Runaway Man

Chapter 22: Try or Tri

Chapter 22: Try or Tri

I didn't tell anyone about my incident with Mr King. Not even my beloved best friend: Diana Williams. I didn't know what to think of the incident so that’s I kept my mouth shut about it. Besides, no one really asked where I went off to... they just assumed that I was clearing myself up in the rest room so I felt as if I didn’t need to explain myself. If she really wanted to know, she could have at least followed after me.

In addition, like expected there had been no final solution during my absence. Everyone decided that it would be best to wait for my consent on the matter. After all, friendship was a lot bigger thing than just saying the words: "We're friends" then a quick hug or even a kiss on the cheek if you were to get lucky.

And after a long debate, well discussion really, we came to a conclusion to let the four into our little gang again. This meant that we now had eleven people whereas Linda was on ten. It wasn't a competition but if anything, the idea of having a massive army to outnumber us flopped.

Either way, we had to keep an eye on the newbies for a while to say the least. The trust had to be built up again from scratch but that's the natural procedure of friendship. At first we thought there was a possibly that they were playing the role as messengers for Linda but I doubted it in the long run.

Anyway, like I had with Joey, I started to text Mason more and more. Even so, I didn't cut contact with Joey completely but I reduced my reply times so he got the message that I was pissed off at him for getting together with my arch enemy. By now, I didn't even need to name her to get a jist of where I was going...

School ended early on the day of the rugby match so that the boys playing on the team could train a bit whilst the rest of us had time to dress ourselves up so that we could look dazzling as we stood at the bleachers screaming our heads off. The school colours were light blue and white so we had to base ourselves around that colour scheme.

For once, I was with Diana getting ready at my house. Compared to the times I visited her house, we rarely ever went to mine. To say the least, her one was waaaay more interesting than mine… and bigger… Bigger = Better

"How do I look?" I heard her voice call from my bathroom. Carefully, I watched as she left it and went onto the cat walk. I knew her so well that she had to have something slutty on.

And I was right about that.

Her recently dyed red hair was scrunched into two typical pigtails whilst she was wearing a low cut white tank top with "CHIC" printed on the breast area and very small baby blue shorts. They were called hot pants or something then she had knee high socks on that actually matched the rest of her outfit.

As I surveyed her face, I noticed that she was wearing make-up and face paint that also went with the colours we had been asked to wear. Basically, she had gone over the top like she did every time we had to dress up.

"What'd think?!" she said with a hint of sassiness in her tone. She swung her hips like Linda and I burst out laughing.

"Whore." I teased. Diana rolled her eyes, finishing her outfit by poking on some geek glasses (that lacked lenses) over her nose.

"Hipster." She corrected.

"What'd think of what I'm wearing then?" I queried. Her eyes scanned my body. I was wearing a white polo and some slightly short black shorts, which was still in a way legit to what we had to wear. My brown hair was scraped into a messy bun but that was pretty much it.

"You've got no extra blue on you," She gasped, "You gotta have at least some blue. It’s our team colours!"

"I didn't want to go out looking like my white clothes changed colour in the wash," I retorted, folding my arms over my chest, "What should I do then?"

It was as if a light bulb struck above her head as she dipped two fingers into her light blue face paint and smeared two lines on each of my cheeks without even asking for permission.

Real genius. I probably was ultra-fabulous now.

"Are you ready to go?" She beamed whilst scooping up some rolled up banners that she must have made in her free-time or something for the event. I managed to read the letter "G" painted onto one of the signs, I assumed that the rest of the word was "Go" or something.

As we went down the stairs, I caught sight of my parents cuddling on the sofa. Diana made an "aw" noise with her mouth and I elbowed her hard in the ribs. She jolted backwards.

"Mum... dad... annoying brother, we're going now," I announced overdramatically but I doubted that any of them were actually listening to me.

"You have fun, Flo. Support the team so the boys can beat them snooty bastards." My mum called, not even bothering to turn her head around to see if I was presentable.

"I will."

The hatch of front door clicked and we set off on our journey to the school pitch. Thankfully, the distance wasn't that bad and we practically always walked to and from school every day.

"Do you think that we'll win?" Diana asked.

"I highly doubt it. I'm betting my money on the other team.” I snorted as we turned into the field.

It was safe to say that it was crowded because once we were lodged into the masses of people, we weren't able to move backwards (other than occasional rebound against the pushes forward). I supposed that at least half of the public wanted to see our school lose in all its glory. Well, to say the least, it was the finals. The match was the best school in the town against the worst, obviously it would have been too interesting to miss and probably the latest gossip forever.

Somehow, we managed to secure a decent spot (many thanks to Jessica, Jenny and the Katies). It was midway through the bleachers and the view was perfect because we didn’t need to crane our heads to the side for once.

"Save my seat," Jenny ordered as she eyed the food stall. I watched as she waddled over to retrieve like ten bags of candyfloss and some diet cola. Hunny, not even diet cola is going to help you lose weight. My mind was a bitch.

When she returned, she distributed the snacks around but she made sure that she had the most. The crowd was hushed and Mr Francis (the P.E teacher and Sports coach) appeared to be doing this year's commentating.

"It is an honour that our school is hosting the Rugby finals against Birch. Let the best team win," he spoke into the microphone before standing to the side with all of the other teachers that sat on the front row. I scanned the teams. Most of the boys were really bulky and muscular and I wondered to myself how long they had been playing for to build up that much muscle. Even so, the team against us made us look like they had been lacking a lot of nutrients like protein for example.

"Look how cute Pete looks," Diana whispered, pointing at Pete. His blond hair was neatly combed over his scalp and his pale skin reflected off of the sun. It was weird because somehow he was the team captain. He wasn't scrawny or lanky however, I didn't think he'd play the part.

I squinted as I took a look at their team captain. This guy was pretty tall with messy brown hair... big arm muscles.

Oh wow. You had got to be kidding me.

"Since when has Joey played rugby?!" I whispered back in annoyance.

"And Mason," Diana giggled. Behind Joey, there was indeed Mason with a dark blue and red top on to match his team colours.

It looked like this match just got interesting. All I needed now was Linda to be dressed up as a cheerleader with pom poms or something. That way, everyone would have the right role. I wouldn't be entirely sure which team she would support though but hey- I had a feeling this would end badly.

Very badly.