Warrior

3(Number 42)

The following weeks went by pretty quickly, the weather gradually winding down to a chill though the sun still scorched mid day. Though the courses were difficult, I couldn't help being thankful that things were going by so smoothly and retaining the knowledge was easier with the help of the teachers who seemed to genuinely take an interest in helping their students.

Rebekah had convinced her to come to the first lacrosse game of the year for the school, though it was just a pre-season game, apparently it was a chance to find the "sexiest of the sexy guys" in school per Bekah.

Lacrosse was luckily one of the few sports that I thoroughly enjoyed and I even used to play goalie until a few years back. 

I glanced down at my attire, my white yarn sweater fit snug against my skinny blue jeans along with my white sneakers to top it all off, and I brushed my hair back into a loose ponytail as I knew the wind was supposed to be picking up today. To be honest, I was actually excited to go out and enjoy the night with my fight coming up soon it had been hard to do anything else besides focusing on my weight cut and training.

Once we arrived at the school, I noticed the amount of people were way more than I had anticipated to come to a match that really didn't matter that much. Rebekah grasped my hand and pulled me towards the stands, finding a spot towards the middle and looking back and for the like a child in a candy store.

The teams were already out on the field warming up and Rebekah leaned on me, her head leaning against my shoulder. "Number 42 is really cute, we should root for him!"

"Bekah, you can't even see them with their helmets on, how in the world would you know that he's cute?"

Bekah scoffed sarcastically. "Because I can sense it, duh."

I laughed as she pointed at another jersey, saying the next one was cuter than the last and so on, changing depending on who's net was cradling the ball. My eyes stayed glued on the midfielder with the number 42 who showed exceptional teamwork, throwing the ball to open teammates and checking opponents when they got too close to the goal.

The game officially ended 3-1 with the gamecocks coming out on top and everyone began to leave the field, heading towards their cars. Bekah and I walked down to the sidelines now that the game was over and both teams were packing up and I surveyed the field, fond memories returning back to me.

"Remember when you picked up a stick for the first time and that same year for lacrosse you go defense player of the year?" I glanced at Bekah and grinned, happy that she remembered something that made my life genuinely great.

"Quinn, why'd you randomly stop playing and move? You've never told me and I remember how happy lacrosse made you back then." Bekah stepped in front of me, concern etched across her face.
"I had my reasons and they're in the past, I don't want to bring them back up when I don't have to."

Bekah sighed and brushed a hand through her hair, pulling it all over one shoulder before blowing out a heavy breath. She shrugged her shoulders and we both turned our backs to the field, heading out to the parking lot before a familiar voice shouted my name.

We both turned around and I couldn't help but smile back at the lopsided grin that was plastered against Jaxon's face as he finished jogging up to us.

I glanced down at his attire and couldn't help but snicker at the familiar 42 etched in the black and garnet school colors.
I guess Bekah does have a sixth sense for cute guys huh?

"Hey Jaxon," I gave him a short wave and looked towards Bekah who just stood like a deer in headlights. "I don't know if you guys have met yet but Bekah, Jaxon. Jaxon, this is my best friend Rebekah."