Chapter 4
I was tying up my laces of my skates as Jumping Jenny gave us another one of her motivational speeches before the rally. I stood up and smiled at her, "Thanks Jenny, I love all the quotes you get for us, but I think it time for a less calming approach."
Jenny smiled, "Sure thing, co-captain."
I smiled, this is my first rally as co-captain, so I know my say has to be something good, "We've all worked our asses off training for today, and now it's time to show them, what we're made of!" they all cheered, I continued, "So let's go out there and kick their asses!" they all whooped, and we skated over to the rink.
There was a huge crowd in the bleachers. And we arrived just as our team name, Devil's Mistresses, was shouted on the speakers above the sound of our screaming fans. You see, the part of Ireland I'm in is big into roller derby, huge even, and we're playing a home match, so our fans are filling the bleachers.
We all skate out onto the rink and start to do a lap as the crowd cheers us on. When we were done our lap, the speaker introduced the opposing team, Havoc, the crowd started booing like crazy, and I couldn't help but smile at their support.
We watched as the other group did their lap, and then we got in position, I'm in the middle of the jam and my job is to push as many other players out if my way, to let Jumping Jenny, our Jammer get through to score us points. we all froze in place awaiting the ref to blow his whistle, and let the games begin.
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We burst into the changing rooms, erupting in cheers and laughs. We won! We won the game! I shouted, "Victory party, my place, half an hour!" They all cheered and shouted different versions of 'hell yeahs!'
Some of the girls went for a shower before they changed, me, I didn't sweat much, so I figured I'd stay in my uniform, just without the pads and red converse instead of skates. The uniform we wear is actually pretty cute, black knee high socks with red skulls and crossbones on them, black high waist short shorts with braces and custom made red v-neck t-shirts with a black skull and crossbones on the front and our derby names and group name on the back, as well as our number in big in the middle, tucked into my shorts.
I packed my stuff into my duffel bag and threw it over my shoulder before I walked out of the changing room in search of Niall. The crowds were loud and covering practically every inch of the area, luckily enough though Niall was waiting to the left of the changing room entrance. I tackled him in a hug.
He laughed, "Well, aren't you in a good mood!"
I stepped back a little, but kept my hands around his neck, and his arms around my waist, "Of course I am! We won! What did you think of our plays?"
He smiled, "As aggressive as ever! I gotta say I was presently impressed when you knocked that girl so hard to the side she fell over the railing!"
I laughed, "I know right, she was like three times my size!"
He nodded, "For the rest of the match she was trying to catch up to you."
I smiled, "Yeah, so do you wanna get out of here? after all we have to get you ready for bio girl!"
Niall just threw his head back and groaned, where as I laughed, grabbed his hand and tried to get us out of here and to his pickup truck. I'm pretty sure winning the match was easier than escaping the crowd. People were talking loudly to one another and filling every millimetre of space with themselves.
I saw a couple heavy making out in the corner and couldn't help but remember bathroom girl, she was fun! It was close to impossible getting out, there was no room anywhere, and people kept trying to talk to me and congratulate me on my win. I was trying to be nice to everyone, I really was, but it gets hard when it's practically non stop people shouting over each other!
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HumorA college girl finding herself, between studies, friends and sex. A funny tale of an Irish college girl, living life. Contains sexual content and cursing, rated R. All rights reserved! No copies or sharing of chapters without my permission.