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We finished up training and most people went to go hang out with each other at a hotel.

It was Trent, Dele, Jesse, Ruben, Kyle, Kieran, Raheem, Harry Kane, Marcus, and I.

Lucky for us, Trent decided bring his PS4 so we could play Fifa 18.

"Mann, I cannot wait for Fifa 19 to come out." I cheer.

"Excited to lose?" Jesse smirks.

"Ooooh!" the guys all yell in unison.

"Yeah, keep talking all of that shit. But remember, I beat you in every match yesterday." I grin and shrug.

"Ooooh!" they yell louder.

"Damn bro, that really happened?" Trent laughed.

"Shut up." Jesse rolls his eyes.

"Someone is mad that they got exposed!" I laugh.

"I'm not mad, but I do demand a rematch." Jesse says.

"LETS GET THAT REMATCH STARTED!" Kyle shouts.

Ruben shushes him.

"Too excited there fella." Ruben says.

"Sorry."

"Okay but my girl really beat you?" Marcus laughs.

"Shut up. And how dare you tell her not to tell me that you think she's better than me.. I am very hurt. What about us, bro? What about Jarcus?" Jesse replies and fake sniffs.

"You realize that by saying that, it just makes you seem worse.. Right?" Harry says.

Ruben nods. "My thoughts exactly." he laughs.

Marcus lets out his laugh that I adore so much. The way he laughs with his teeth, the way his nose scrunches, the way his eyes close.

He is so perfect. He's all I ever need in the world to keep me happy.

The boys started laughing even harder.

"Even Marcus said that Cindy is better than you, Jess? You need to step your game up." Kieran says.

"Be quiet, you got 59 rating for shooting in Fifa 19." Jesse replies and grins.

"Ohhh!" we all yell.

"Okay, okay. These roasts are getting too far." Raheem laughs.

"Oh, don't even get me started with you!" Jesse laughs.

"Me? What did I ever do to you?" Raheem asks, very offended.

"Oh. Yeah, never mind. You're fine."

"Mhmm.." Raheem nods and makes at suspicious face at Jesse.

"So are we gonna start this rematch or what?" Harry asks.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot about that." Kyle said.

We started up the match and everyone was watching us, filling up the whole bed and the one single couch that came along the room.

The whistle was about to blow any second now for half-time and it's still 0-0. I had the ball and was almost fully open, making my way towards the goal.

The boys got really excited, starting to stand up slowly and gasping.

"Oh my good gosh!" Kyle yells.

Immediately after Kyle said that, I kicked the ball and it went flying beautifully into the goal.

"YEAHH!" the boys shouted and started jumping up and down.

"What a goal!" Kieran said. "Amazing."

Jesse throws down his controller onto his bed in frustration but picks it up right away.

"Agh!" he shouts.

We all start laughing at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." he sighs.

We continue the game for the 2nd half. Jesse scores at 60 minutes. Now, it's tied.

And it's extremely tense.

Silence fills the room.

"Okay so you guys cheer for her when she scores but you don't cheer for me when I score? I see how it is." Jesse says.

The boys go wild for a few seconds.

"You happy now?" Raheem asks.

Jesse nods his head. "Very."

Everyone's attention is driven back to the TV. It's now 90 minutes and it's still 1-1. There's 4 more added minutes.

I pass the ball to one of the other players and switch players. I slowly make my way up to the goal and..

"NOOO!"

Jesse shouts, and I score another goal. 2-1. No way he was gonna be able to make a comeback. The whistle blew a few seconds later anyways.

"QUEEN OF FIFA!" Trent cheers.

The guys start cheering as well. Jesse was just sitting on the bed with his face buried into his hands.

"If she's the Queen of Fifa, then I'm the King of Fifa." Marcus smirks.

"Hahahahaha, no." Kyle fake laughs.

Marcus scoffs. "At least I can beat you."

"Ooo. Looks like we're going for a whole tournament, are we now?" Kyle says, looking at everyone.

Everyone shrugs. "I mean, I guess."

He nods. "Game on fellas."

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