Act like a lady, Play like a man

Chapter 5

I look down at my phone. Asshole! Cameron still hasn’t called me back. I’m itching to let him know, he’s the only person who has really supported my decision to try out for the guys team. My actual family thinks I’m a disgrace.

Charlotte sits across from me, munching away at her chicken burger, enjoying it maybe a little too much. I try to muffle a chuckle as a moan of delight slips past her lips. Her eyes snap up to me, unable to hold in my laugh anymore. I’d made it obvious I was laughing at her, and the look in her eyes tells me I’m going to pay for it.

“Got something to say?” she demands, her words coming our garbled by the chewed up burger that she is trying to speak through. Little specks of food fly out of her mouth, landing on the table in front of her.

“Dammit Char, that’s disgusting! What have I said about not speaking to me with a mouthful of food?! You are so nasty!” I look away, Charlie laughing evilly in retaliation.

 Just as I look back at her, she opens her mouth wide, pushing some of the mush that is her burger out of her mouth for me to see. She obviously overestimated her ability to keep the food in her mouth though, because a big clump of it breaks away, falling almost in slow-Mo, hitting her chest and falling to the table.
The mortified look on her face is too much, and as she glances around to notice that a lot of people just witnessed that, she blushes profusely and I break out in a fit of giggles, bending over and clutching at my sides, unable to contain the laughter. I look back up, see Charlie’s glaring eyes, and it gets harder to breathe through my laughing fit.

I gasp for breath, finally able to at least tone down my laughter. A few chuckles continue to bubble from my lips every time I think I’m done. Eventually, when I sit back up and grin cheekily at Charlie, I see a mischievous glint in her eyes. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out why, mainly because she’s already made her move. Can you guess?

She threw her chewed up, vomit looking mush that came out of her mouth right at my face. Let me tell you. She hit her mark. My mouth drops open, and I feel my eyes pop open in horror. I stare at Charlie for a minute, and then look around frantically for something to throw back. I see my banana, begging to be mushed up and thrown, and what can I do but obey the bananas wishes? Really, I’m helping it out.

I throw the skin first, and it spreads across Charlie’s chest, but she ducks at the perfect moment when my mushed up pile of banana fly’s at her face, avoiding contact with her, and consequently hitting someone else. Full in the face as they walk to their table. The victim of my banana assault slowly turns, grey eyes scanning the room before landing on me. I feel a pit form in my stomach as he throws his lunch on the ground and storms towards me, murder in his eyes.

I am going to die at age 17 at the hands of Dom Miller. At least I won’t die a virgin is the only thing running through my mind. How sad.

When he leans over my table, 2 things happen at once. I screech out “I’m too hot to die!” cowering behind my hands while someone else screams “FOOD FIGHT!”

I hear thumps as food hits people, and cussing as people realize they’ve been hit. I glance between my fingers and notice that Dom has taken cover, too occupied by the mess flying around the hall to murder me at this moment. I have to stifle a loud laugh when I see the banana slosh sliding down his face.

 Amidst all the flying food, I see someone vaguely familiar staring at me. He smiles and I realize it must be him who started the food fight. He winks at me, and I recognise that it’s Hunter, the other newbie on the team. I smile gratefully at him, slip under my table to get out of the way, and then make a hasty escape out of the lunch hall.

Not only did I humiliate him in the lunch room, but I also made the team.
Dom is going to kill me tomorrow.

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I’ve somehow managed to avoid Dom since the incident. Now, in the last lesson of the day, I can feel the nervousness seeping into my bones. I won’t be able to get away from him at training. 29 minutes until the bell rings. 29 minutes to prepare for my long, probably drawn out death at the hands of Dom. I feel like throwing up. The anticipation is probably going to end up being worse than what he does to me. We’ll be at training after all. Adults. Other guys. Someone will have to stand in the way of the raging bull as he charges.

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I know it's been a while but really I'm only apologising to my super supportive friends who read this. Anyway I couldn't figure out how to finish this, so I just stopped trying. Wait up for the next chappy, a few (Hopefully) interesting things are about to happen, eh?

Peace out and thanks for reading xx

Shernece