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Chapter 33

"I brought the goods." I said while gesturing to the four girls sticks on the field beside my gear bag. Practice had just ended and the four of us were going to have a little fun.

"You act like it's cocaine not a fucking lacrosse stick." Sam said while pulling his helmet off and tossing in into his open duffle. "Why are we even doing this?"

Friday's events were in the back of my mind. Instead I was focused on Finn's suggestion from months ago to fool around with girls sticks after practice. I was glad to be acting normal with my friends again.

"Because it'll be fun. You're just upset you can't stand in the goal and pretend to be working hard while we run laps." Finn retorted and pulled his chest pad over his head.

"I should have been a goalie." Chris muttered to me.

"Same dude." I replied. "I say we do a midfielder on each team. Sam and I aren't exactly known for our running skills."

"Speak for yourself." Sam said cockily and crossed his arms.

"You're worse at running then I am." I pointed out and shot him a look.

"I call Sylvia." Chris said in a millisecond. I smirked and gave him a high five.

"Is this what it's like to be the last one picked in gym? Damn this sucks." Sam muttered. Finn grabbed a blue stick and tossed it at Sam. He barely turned his head in time to catch it and he sent Finn a glare. "Thanks for almost taking your teammates' head off."

"No problem. No let's do this thing. We have asses to kick." Finn responded while smirking at Chris and I. I grabbed the black and gold Crux 10 degree stick. Unbenounced to those fools, this stick was by far the best. It's not like those other three were beginners sticks, but this was a nice one. I tossed a purple Propel stick to Chris. That one wasn't bad either. It was a nice attack stick.

"Shall we go over the rules?" I asked. They nodded and I smiled cruelly. "We're playing full girls rules. No shoving, tackling, crossbody checking, tomahawks, raking, stepping on sticks, tripping, dangerous propelling, or shooting space. You can't-"

"What the fuck is shooting space?" Finn interrupted. This is why I had a cruel smile. These little innocent boys didn't know what they got themselves into.

"You can't just jump in front of someone. You have to go in on an angle when guarding them." All their faces changed to one of disbelief. "They say girls is harder for a reason. You can't just body slam people whenever you want. Anyway, you can't detain with your stick, block with your body so the other person runs into you, cover, empty stick check, or hold a stick down with your stick."

"Then what the fuck are we doing?" Chris asked.

"Figure it out." I laughed mercilessly. For once I was the one with all the experience and knowledge and they were the idiot newbies. "So who wants to do the face off first? Chris and Finn? Let's go."I paraded them to the middle of the field with a smile on my face. These idiots are going to suck ass at this. When we reached the center of the field, they started to get down to the ground when I stopped them. "Have neither of you seen a girls game? On your feet."

"Why would I watch a sport with no violence?" Finn asked and faked a horrified shiver. "That's like voluntarily watching baseball or golf."

Chris snorted out a laugh as I put the ball in the back of Finn's stick and laid the back of Chris's stick over it. "When I flip it to the side, you have to push the two sticks together to hold the ball. On three you flick it up over your heads and then it's a free for all. Got it?" I instructed.

They nodded and I backed away. "One...two....three!" I counted down. Their sticks flicked the ball up but neither of them had much control because it went flying to their left where neither Sam nor I stood.