Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

19| game

two days later

luca's pov |

i walked out to the field, the bright lights beaming down on me as rylie slowly trailed behind me.

"come mi pan tu ingles!" she yelled, stepping on the back of my shoes while carrying her handful of snacks from the snack bar.

"come mi pan tu ingles" was the only thing i taught rylie to say in spanish, besides majority of the curse words. but, she don't know that she is saying "eat my bread you englishman"

what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?

i laughed to myself, thinking that rylie is telling me "hurry up you hoe!" but she's yelling about englishmen and bread.

i climbed to the top right of the bleachers, seeing ethan's bright red jersey with his number on it.

number #17

"you're drooling mar" rylie laughed, taking a bite of her churro.

"i am not!" i defended, shoving her shoulder.

"sure, whatever you say" she smirked, looking out at the field as the game started.

the other team had gotten into position, ready to hike the ball as our team stood against the head players.

ethan being the wild receiver for offense, he stood mainly alone with his hands on his knee's and waited for the ball.

he whistle blew, following with the loud "hike!" from our team; which was ethan's code to start running.

he sprinted past the cornerback and outside linerback, earning some open space since everyone was busy trying to block the rest of the team.

the quarterback, andré, spiraled the ball to him, causing the crowd to cheer him on; including rylie and i.

"run!" rylie yelled, flailing her arm into the air.

we continued to cheer, seeing as ethan sprinted to the end of the field, scoring the touchdown.

the crowd grew loud again, as the team high fived each other and huddled for their next play.

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the opposite dark jersey'd team was now on offense, also behind as we were in the lead by about thirty points.

the team got into a huddle, reviewing their play as our team formed into their stance in defense.

the offense team gets into their play, and the whistle blows again.

the teams turn into a slosh as ethan shoves one of the opposite players just before the whistle was blow.

usually in football, you're only allowed to use your shoulders to defend. . . but ethan was full on shoving the kid with his open palms.

oh no. not again.

ethan's pov |

the blonde kid came close to me, putting his hands onto his knee's while he waited for the referee to blow the starting whistle.

he muttered something under his breath, causing me to look at him with my full attention.

"what did you just say?" i asked in announcing, furrowing my brows as i stepped closer to him.

"you and that luca girl are good together, but i think she would look letter when i pull out and cum all over her chest" he smirked.

my jaw tightened, as the anger within me stirred up inside me.