“Since when do you care?” he said, his voice even quieter.

I looked at him, thought about making a smart-ass remark in return but just couldn’t bring myself to do so.

“Since she’s my girl,” I replied with a shrug.

He laughed and clapped his hand on my back.

“I never would have thought it,” he said with a grin. He bent over to tie his laces as he continued to chuckle. “Malone thinking about someone other than himself.”

“Fuck you,” I said, but I was still smiling.

“Let’s go kick some ass.” Jeremy jumped up and offered me a hand. I took it, and he nearly pulled my arm out of my socket.

“Ow!”

“Pussy.”

“Suck my cock.”

“I’ve seen bigger fingers!”

I took a swing at him, but he ducked, laughed, and ran. I chased after him, and the rest of the team followed.

It was going to be a fucking awesome game.

Shakespeare might have told me that playing soccer was “meat and drinke to me.” Somehow, it was days like this that made me completely agree.

Now to kick some motherfucking ass.

The rain started falling just as the whistle blew for the second half.

So far, so good. No score on either side.

I wasn’t sure if Tony was nervous because he started or not, but I was regretting telling the coach to put him in. He’s fucked up about six times, two of which should have been goals. I never looked over to the stands if I could avoid it, but I knew Nicole was up there watching me. It made my heart beat a little faster and my skin tingle.

I wiped rain or sweat or whatever it was off my forehead with my sleeve and crouched down as the other team’s striker made it past the midline. He weaved left and then right, making it past Paul and heading off to the side. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see their left wing crossing over to the right side.

“Jeremy! Right!” I screamed. I wasn’t sure if he couldn’t hear me as the rain picked up or if he just wasn’t sure which way right was, but he ended up going the wrong way and leaving the wing wide open.

The striker neatly tipped the ball to the wing just behind Paul and well onside. Jeremy moved into center as the striker made it to the top of the box. Paul wasn’t moving as fast as their wingman, and I could see he was going to position near the corner. I jumped sideways and watched the center striker as the ball crossed over the box at perfect head height.

The striker nailed the ball perfectly, and I watched it as it angled toward the net, jumped, and tipped it with my fingers just over the top bar of the goal. I could hear the crowd screaming as it soared out of bounds behind me. Corner kick for the other team, but not a goal.

“Left, Martin!” I yelled at Jeremy. I waved my hand and he moved into position. Paul set himself up right at the post as their center striker moved to the corner of the field. The crowd screamed at him while I yelled at the players on my team to get into position.

The striker’s kick was good—sailing right into the box. I looked left and right, taking in the scene around me and calculating the greatest risk as the ball soared into the area above my head. Jeremy got a head on it, but it wasn’t enough, and the ball dropped right at the top of the box where one of the midfielders was in perfect position for a goal.

It was low and to my right. I dived as the rain poured down, snatched the ball before it hit a puddle, and pulled it close to my chest. As I lay covered in mud with the ball tightly held to my body, I could hear the crowd screaming my name.

I lived for this shit.

Four minutes left in the game.

I brought the ball to the

top of the box and punted it nearly to the other goalie. Tony didn’t make it in time to get foot to ball, but as the defender on the other team knocked it away, Jeremy was there to put it back on their side.

Clint trapped the ball and ran it up the right side then crossed it over to Klosav. Klosav managed to knock it right at the top of the box, where Tony was waiting. He dodged left then right, and the defender lost his footing. Tony straightened his leg and nailed the ball in the upper right corner, and the crowd went insane.

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