My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 7 Beatrice

"Ready to meet the new teammate?" Johnothan asked.

"Dunno, he better be good,"

"Dude! No ones told you?!" He laughed.

"Told me what?"

"The new teammate is a chick, a hot one at that,"

"What? Girls can't play football," I laughed. This girl must be an idiot.

"She can bro. Better make sure she doesn't take your starting position," what?

"She can't be a quarterback,"

"Trust me, you've got competition,"

"There you are Howard, you didn't tell me your sister played?" I froze. Fucking bitch. She's never played football in her life.

"She doesn't," I mumbled, my eyes finding hers.

"She's got a lot on her Howard," coach smiled, patting her back.

"She's no where near as good as me. She's a girl coach, she can't play here," I yelled, standing in front of her. Her eyes met mine, a smirk on her lips.

"You're going to have to prove it Howard with some drills," coach laughed. My eyes never left hers. Why was she trying to fucking ruin my life.

"Okay first drill a sprint race. You are both to sprint to the end of the field and back. First one back gets a point, best of three gets the starting position tonight,"

"You can't be serious coach! She has never played a game in her life! She wouldn't know what the fuck she's doing! Plus she doesn't have the chemistry with the guys!"

"Now now Bee Bee don't bark more than you can bite," she smiled, slipping her shirt off. She was ripped. More than me. How could a girl be that muscular and still be feminine? Some of the guys wolf whistled her. I rolled my eyes and took mine off. She scoffed beside me.

"Alright, line up you two," coach called. I was mad, beyond mad.

"Ready, set, go!" He yelled. We both took off. Fuck she was quick. She was already half way down the field. How was she so fucking quick?

"Come on Howard try faster!" Coach yelled. I pumped my arms quicker and ran the hardest I could. She was already running back before I touched the line.

"That's it Andy, great form!" Coach called. I was beyond pissed. So what if she was quick? It wasn't like she could throw.

"Alright, first point Andy," Coach smiled. My team whistled and cheered for her.

"She's a fucking dyke!" I yelled, they all laughed.

"Just makes it hotter bro!" Johnothan grinned.

"Don't fucking say that," she spat, standing over me.

"Dyke?" I questioned, testing her.

"Alright you two, throw time. You both are going to throw the ball as far as you can,"

"Don't throw too hard like a girl," I laughed, familiarising myself with the ball.

"Alright Howard you first," I did my run up and threw the ball as far as I could.

"68 yards, not bad Howard. Andy," she prepared herself. Her left hand gripped the ball. She ran up and threw the ball with all her might. Are you fucking kidding me!

"90 yards! This is unbelievable!" Coach and the boys laughed.

"Wanna throw like a girl now Bee Bee?" She smirked, hi-fiving a couple of the boys.

"Alright, two points Andy, last drill is the person who can do the most push-ups with Chantelle on their back," I smirked. She was the lead cheerleader and she was hot! She was like a model.

"I'll go first," I smiled, flexing my muscles when I got down. I felt her breasts press into my back, her arms wrapped around my stomach.

"Not to hard for you I hope baby," I smirked, feeling myself become aroused.

"Maybe," she smirked. I began doing my push-ups. This was my point. I could do these things for hours. There was no way that Andy could do these. She didn't have bulky arms like I did.

"So you still with the nerd?" She asked, whispering in my ear.

"Mmm depends who's asking," I replied.

"Well Beatrice, I'm asking," she flirted.

"Well I'm single for you," I replied, feeling the burn after fifty push-ups.

"So how about you come to my place after this?"

"Sounds good babe," I replied. Danni didn't deserve me. I loved her but she clearly didn't value me. I'm not going to tell her about Chantelle until she says she loves me back. It was like we broke up anyway. She just stormed out. Plus I'm tired of not having sex. It sucks. I fell to the floor after 106 push-ups.

"Not bad Howard, a little sloppy from your 110,"

"What can I say? I have a gorgeous girl on me," I smirked, looking at her.

"Alright Andy you're turn," she nodded. Chantelle climbed onto her back. God it was kinda hot seeing two girls on one another. Her hands wrapped around her waist and she began. She didn't even struggle.

"Even if you win this one Howard, she beat you on points," Coach signed.

"You can't be serious-"

"She thew 90 yards Howard! Something you could never do! Yes we don't need it in a game but this is a good asset to have as a quarterback,"

"Coach! I've been quarterback for three years!"

"And you slacked off Howard. You'll be the replacement quarterback,"

"You're fucking kidding me!" I yelled, getting angry at that bitch.

"It's what's best for the team Howard," I fucking lost it. I was seeing red. Before I knew it, I was slinging punches and jabs at her face. She blocked nearly every one, hitting me in the face every time.

"Show respect Howard! Be a man!" Coach yelled, pulling me off her.

"You're a fucking bitch!" I yelled, being pulled away by him. She sat up, blood coming out of her nose.

"You'll fucking regret this!" I yelled, watching Chantelle come over to me. She better be into hard fucks because that's what I'm going to give her.