The Chain (A Catherine Diary) - Stamfield. Complete

Chapter 4

4

Dressed in my Jeans and a white Calvin Kline, tight t-shirt. I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to the two Indian girls on our team, Preeti and Lona who were departing. They tended to keep themselves to themselves, although during the summer, they had naturally gravitated to me, as I looked more Asian, even with my blonde hair, which seems to take a more bronze look in the summer. Call me ignorant, but I always thought Indian girls to be modest and all covered up from neck to feet, but these two dressed just like English girls.

Gemma said goodbye to them also, but only Preeti nodded an acknowledgment to her.

'Come on girls lets go', Pat ran over excitedly.

I looked at her questionably, Carla behind her filled in the gaps, 'we're going to watch the boys playing football, remember'. She said, with a kind of pleading look on her face.

I wasn't sure I wanted to go, but Gemma put her arm around my shoulder. 'Let's go, it would be closure for you', she meant it, but she was also amused by it.

I pasted a smile on my face and followed Pat. Carla gave a little jump for glee, snuggled her arm round my waist pushing me closer to Gemma and stated, 'let's show that buoy that he's the one who's lost out'.

I was already beginning to regret this, with a hint of apprehension about what Carla and Pat might have installed. I looked around and saw Jane, Sherry and Monica were coming too.

The boys football match was in full flow when we got to the pitch.

'Still can't believe you conceded nineteen goals', Pat chuckled.

Carla joined in the laughter, 'that's eleven worst than the last match, you getting worse girl'.

'If you two could control the midfield they wouldn't have had fifty chances to score', Jane bickered back.

'Well black people don't play hockey anyways', Carla bit back, in her straight tone, that was more humorous than stressed. 'How many black people you see hitting a ball around'

'You got a cricket team, don't you?, besides from what I saw on the pitch today, you're right, you can't play', Jane chimed back

'Yeah, but that's different, a cricket bat ain't bent at the end'

We all laughed at that.

'Hey Monica, ain't that your man, out there'

Our attention turned to the pitch, Pat was pointing towards a lanky defender. He looked familiar to me, although he wasn't someone you would easily remember. I could see that some would be attracted to him, he had the casual look that many girls went for, yet seemed to be a common theme.

'Yeah, that's Curtis', Monica said, doing a reasonable job of hiding her embarrassment.

'Well he's cute, but me..., I'd have me some of Jack', Carla said and blew a wolf whistle towards him. It caught all the boys attention for a moment, even the opposition players, Curtis spotted Monica and smiled at her. I couldn't see her face, but I was sure she reciprocated it.

'I would do them both', Jane announced proudly.

'There's no surprise there'

'You would do the whole football team, if you could get anywhere near them'.

More chuckles.