Soccer and Swift ✔

Winners

Chapter 23 : Winners

The bus pulls over in the crowded car park, easing through the gathering of expectant students and vehicles alike.  

It's obvious that Thornfalls would garner an audience, after all we are their rival school and showing territory is what we Huskies do best. I see the familier logo painted purple and black  face of a growling panther spray painted on every side of the bus, sticking out like a sore thumb. Taking in the familiarity I try not to feel intimidated by the presence of my former school. 

The doors begin to open, one by one the players walk out, dressed in their respective coloured kits, smug looks on most faces -- which I recognise instantly. Their heads are held high, victory glinting in their eyes and in the vicious curl of their lips.  I know them all.  And last comes the one I knew most.

It's only been a couple of months, but honestly? It feels like a lifetime.

Dressed like the rest of his team, his kit bag slung over his broad shoulder, standing taller then most of his friends. His blue black hair gelled back, the same very style I remember. Mindful of his surroundings, his eyes catches mine and he smirks.

 The audacity he has to do that? Before I can even respond, his friends pull him onto their jokes, I notice Holdenbridge boys shooting them glares and the girls swooning especially for him.

Thomas Woods.

"Is that him?" Becky asks from next to me.

"Unfortunately yes," I nod stiffly, clenching my fists.

"I want to best him to pulp right now," Xavier says, practically growling, his amber eyes heated. 

Great minds think alike. 

"What about bail money?" 

Ty crosses his arms.  "I know a lawyer who owes me a favour"

He gives his twin brother a knowing look and they both glance at Thomas, their faces murderous.

 "That's not going to solve anything," I sigh. As much as I want to see the boys outcome, it's not worth going to jail for something as u helpful as killing Thomas Woods. 

Besides, I want to kill him on the playing field.  

The Thornfalls panthers finish file out of the bus and walk through the mass of students like they own the place. I roll my eyes. Why does football have to be so celebrated in my school? I heard there was a dance last week and to think, no one mentioned a word about that?

Once they near my way I duck my head, avoiding the harsh glares and watchful eyes of the other students.  Never have I ever been good with attention. I feel Xavier's hand remove itself from around my waist and when I look up at him, he smiles knowingly.

"Here, I know you have a habit," He shrugs off his jacket and helps me put it on."You should keep it, suits you well Rose"

"Thanks, feels much better to," I grin earnestly, inhaling his nice cologne. My body bruises into the soft fabric, instantly comforting me. 

The bell rings and we make our way inside, my best friend and the twins behind Xavier and I plotting murder.

"I really hope Thomas doesn't notice me," I state, turning towards my locker.