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Chapter 5

It was pitch black out now but the football field lights illuminated the field. Everyone else had left half an hour ago and coach had set up a go pro to make sure we ran. Talk about trust issues. I guess there's a reason his team is the top in the country.

My cleat clad feet crossed the finishing mark and I wasted no time in collapsing on the ground like a starfish. Finn almost tripped over my foot with surprise. I corners of my lips raised but he ignored me, going to the bench for his phone.

"What time is it?" I panted out while tossing my stick a few feet away from me.

"Seven thirty." When I didn't respond he glanced up at me. "You good?" His light brown eyebrow quirked.

"Aside from the fact that I want to throw up? Yeah. Totally good."

He scoffed and tossed his phone into his bag before give me a hand. "Get your fat ass up and stretch with me before we both get in trouble for you puking your guts out on the turf." I reluctantly took his hand large hand as he helped me up. His strong grip let me know that he defiantly wasn't lying about lifting.

Not that I doubted him. His arms made me jealous.

"How kind of you. I'll remember that the next time I think of being an asshole to you." I remarked and walked onto the green plastic grass with Finn. Once again, we both started stripping out of our gear and tossing it too the side.

"Means a lot come from you. Especially since we know 'bitch' is your default mode." He remarked before tossing off his shirt.

"Same to you. Narcissistic dick." I did the same, leaving me in spandex and a sports bra. We glared at each other, but none the less decided to stretch.

I started doing Open Gates and Closed Gates while Finn focused on stretching his calves with Elephant Walks. "How was day one of Groton high?" I wasn't sure why Finn was asking me questions. Maybe he just found the tense silence unbearable. I know I did.

"Pretty good. Except for this one asshole at my lunch table. Total son of a bitch. Dirty blonde hair. Green eyes. Cocky as a motherfucker. Maybe you know him. I'm still not that good with names." I said patronizingly.

Finn but his hands on his hips and glared at me before responding. "Don't know him. Maybe you've met this girl that's been driving me mad all day. Five foot nothing, thick, thinks she's the shit even though she's not."

Thick is a compliment to me but the way he said it made me scowl. It was his way of saying he checked me out without admitting it. Finn was basically implying that I'm a slut who uses her assets to get what she wants.

I pulled a bright face and smiled. "Don't know her. Sounds like her and that guy I know would really hit it off. They each sound like the devil." We stretched in silence for a moment before I spoke up again. "Why are you such an asshole?" I muttered loud enough for him to hear me on purpose.

He didn't respond for a second and I opened my mouth to repeat myself when he cut me off. "We are the same person. We both think we're the best. We aren't meant to get along. Besides, I don't need you messing up my team. I am so damn close to winning states four years in a row and I refuse to let you ruin this." He said bitterly but somehow not cruelly. Maybe it was because I sympathized with what he was feeling.

I scoffed and stood up from the turf while brushing the grains of plastic from my legs. I could feel Finn's hooded gaze on me as I stomped off the field and grabbed our sticks and gloves. I spun on my heal and walked back towards him.

He had a confused look on his face as I threw his gloves into his lap and tossed his stick at him. Despite the fact that he was sitting, he caught it in his hand perfectly. I angrily shoved my hands into the confining pads before Finn's huskey voice filled my ears.