Act like a lady, Play like a man

Chapter 3

This chapter is dedicated to ashleighwalshk for making my cover. Thanks chick.
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I somehow manage to make my way over to Charlotte, my personal cheerleader and best friend. I can see the pride in her eyes and it makes me feel better about almost dying out there. 

“Jackie OMG! You did so well! I’m so proud of you! You go girl! You should have seen their faces when you out-ran them it was one of the funniest things-” My hand clamped over her mouth shuts her up. She talk a lot and tends to be very dramatic, which is why I love her. There is never a boring moment when she is around. Charlie nods her head slightly, letting me know she’ll calm down.
“So, are you finished now or what?” A groan makes its way past my lips. Our break time is nearly over and I still haven’t had any water. I answer Charlie while my head swivels, eyes scanning for my water bottle.
“No, we still have some shooting to do, and then maybe some passing, throw-ins and general training.” I look back at Charlie, noticing that her eyes are nearly bugging out of her head.
“Wha-Why? You just ran so much! That’s ridiculous; you’ll end up hurting yourself! That’s it; I’m going to talk to them. Can I hit them? What about Dom, can I hit him too? He deserves it. Ooh, I’m going to give them all a piece of my mind. Just you wa-”
“CHARLIE!” She stops her ranting at the roaring of her name and glances at me, a sheepish grin on her face.
“Sorry Jack. You know how protective I am, I just can’t help it, okay?” I nod, chuckling at my best friend’s dramatic nature.

My eyes land on my drink bottle, discarded on the side, obviously knocked away from the trampling feet passing by to witness the show that is me. I pad over and pick it up, lifting it to my lips and suckling gratefully at the smooth liquid. I feel water running down my chin and into my shirt, but I can’t find it within myself to care. I drink not enough, knowing that if I overload on water, it’ll bloat my stomach and give me a stitch at a very inconvenient time. My face is hot, and I’m sticky with sweat all over my body, so I decide to pour most of what’s left over my head. I feel the coolness that comes with having ice cold water all over my skin. I feel my temperature drop immediately, and I close my eyes in satisfaction, a small grin on my lips. With the remaining minute left of my break, I start stretching. I so cannot afford to pull a muscle or get a cramp. I fold my body in half, wrapping my arms around my legs in hopes to stretch my hamstrings.

Standing up to my full height, I turn back to the field where all the boys are gathered. They look away quickly, and I feel a blush form on my face. Were they looking at me?

Trying to emit confidence, I strut over with my head held high, my eyes scanning every one of the boys individually. Just before I reach them, I see Dom whisper something to all the boys and can hear them groan from where I am standing. I stop and stare, confused by the cranky faces and mumbled curses reaching my ears. What could Dom have said that would produce that kind of reaction? Stumped and unable to come up with an answer, I continue forward, joining the team and awaiting our instruction.

 

DOM’S POV

We all watch, slightly curious as Jackie pours water over herself. She does it modestly, obviously not thinking about the team full of guys, all with raging hormones. It gets more interesting when her shirt sticks to her body, outlining everything. To top it off, she decides to start stretching. Jackie officially has the whole team’s attention when she bends over, ass to us, and stays there. The guys start chuckling, not bothering to hide the fact that they are admiring the view. I can tell that are few of them are getting… frustrated. When Jackie turns to face us, we all spin away. Too quickly. My eyes flicker to her walking form. She oozes confidence, and before I can think of what I’m saying, or the possible consequences, I lean over towards the group of boys and say, loud enough for them to hear
“I call dibs.”

The guys all around me groan as I stand there grinning triumphantly. Our team has been roughly the same since grade 8. Now in our senior year, we all understand the sacredness and rules of dibs: once one of us has called dibs, no one else is allowed to chase the girl. At least, not until we’ve… finished with her. I’m surprised none of the boys called it sooner. I guess they were all too distracted to really think about it. Myself included.

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I watch Jackie as she walks away from our last drill, head held high and a confident smile gracing her lips. She’s obviously confident with how she went today. To be honest, I would be too. She went really well. Coach would be stupid to not pick her for one of the two available spots on the team. She’s an amazing left winger and solid defence player. If I’m being honest, she’s good at everything but shooting under pressure. But that’s what they’ve got me for. I’m the best shooter they’ve ever had. I jog over to her with my last reserves of energy as she walks away and give her well-toned ass a firm slap. My smirk drops as Jackie turns on me, murder in her eyes and her hand raised in a fist. I grin slyly at her, watching as her face heats up with rage, her mouth opening and closing like a fish while she figures out what to do with me. She wants to hit me. I can see it. But twice in one day is a little too much, right?

Before Jackie can get her revenge, Mr Ewan calls for our attention.
“Before you all scatter, the results from today’s tryouts will be posted on the sports board tomorrow morning. Training starts day after. See you all then!” Jackie nods her head in confirmation and then spins on her heels, stomping towards her best friend and away from me.

The challenge of trying to get her is going to be fun.

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Hey everyone! Here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it, it's a bit of a filler though. So yeah, comment and stuff. Show your friends idk. Please point out any mistakes so I can fix them asap!
Thanks for reading!
Shernece