The Pack Slut

eighteen

The next morning, I made it a goddamn mission to wake up early enough to make it to the so called "rugby".

Truthfully, I had never even played. And even more truthfully, I had only seen it twice on tv.

But regardless of that fact, I was bored with nothing to do and 9 times out of 10, I found myself so miserable that I would stare at walls...and think about Kal. Neither of those I desired to do.

I put on black leggings and a long sleeved black athletic shirt, before tying my hair in a high ponytail and grabbing a bag of chips off my dresser. I was going to play a contact sport with strong men, but I still needed breakfast. I wasn't crazy.

I ate the bag of chips as I ran down the stairs, and to the back of the pack house.

The area had been cleared now, the stage gone, and the lifeless bodies disposed of. I spotted Jax in a crowd with about 15 other guys.

"I see you just couldn't start without me," I said as I neared him and the group. Some of them looked up from their conversations confused, others glanced at me before resuming talking.

Jax rolled his eyes, then checked the time. "You're right on time for 10am," he said. "A major step up from your usual 5pm."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "That was only once."

"Doesn't matter anyway, you're not playing," he said, his grey eyes meeting my own.

"I am," I said.

"No, you're not."

I looked over at the men who had began to raise their eyebrow at the situation. I pulled Jax by the arm further away from the group of strong men.

"Did Kal put you up to this?" I hissed.

"No, I just know that this is a bad idea that will not end well," he remarked.

"I'm playing," I said, standing my ground.

He pulled away, turning around. "You're not."

Then I yanked him back, my eyes darkening. I growled at him. "Jax Xavier, you will let me play this goddamn sport, or I swear to god I will murder-"

"Fine," he said, probably tired of hearing me threaten him. He looked at me like I was crazy. "I didn't even know you knew my last name."

I gave him an award winning smile as we made our way back to the group of men.

"So today, we have someone a little different joining us..." he started, sighing.

"A girl?" Someone asked. Obviously. I rolled my eyes. Can't you see my boobs?

"Yes," Jax said minimally.

"Can we tackle her?" Another persons low voice asked.

Jax looked like he was thinking about it for about 2 seconds before he quickly shook his head. "No way."

"Then how will she play?"

"We can give her a pinny," someone suggested. "Then when someone rips it off, it will count as a tackle."

"Great!" I said delighted that they weren't opposed to the idea of playing with me. "What will we use as that?"

A tall man infront of me took of his shirt to reveal his hard abs and chiseled chest. He handed me the shirt with a charming smile. "You can use this," he said. "But don't think I'll go easy on you."