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Chapter 3

Coaches bark made me want to curl in a ball and die. This was one of those moments where I questioned my whole life's choices and what I had done wrong to lead me to this point. I was a good girl. I almost never broke the law. It's not like I killed anyone. Why God? Why?

I was not in the mood for suicides after the workout Finn and I just had. My pain must have been reflected on my face because Sam sent me a smirk as he was putting on his goalie gear. Son of a bitch didn't have to do this shit. Instead he got to play goalie with the JV team because their goalie was sick today.

For those of you that didn't pick up on it, I 100% thought those words in my head with a high pitched whiney voice.

Anyway, he sent me a look that made my situation feel even worse. It was like waving food in front of a starving man then taking it away. Chris closed his eyes for a second and exhaled with sorrow. Finn muttered something under his breath but he was too far for me to hear it.

Coach must have heard it though, because his head snapped in Finn's direction like a moth to a flame. He didn't even berate Finn, just barked out "Riley! Eight laps!"

Finn's face broke into one that looked like mine and I couldn't help but smirk a little. Sadly, in this bright summer sunlight, my facial expression didn't go unnoticed. Coach looked at me without hesitation and said "Mason! Eight laps! Both of you start running before I make it twelve."

I ran my tongue over my teeth as I pushed my sweaty body through the mass of other sweaty bodys and sticks. Finn followed me from the other side of the group with a smile on his face. He was giving me a smug look that made me want to wrap my sweaty hands around his glistening neck and squeeze.

I thought we were in the clear when we both set our sticks down on the sidelines. Finn laughed quietly in my ear letting me know exactly how much he was enjoying the fact that I got in trouble too.

His warm body jumped away from mine when Coaches voice rang out in the air again after a piercing whistle that scarred the crap out of me. Both of our heads snapped across the field to coach.

"Is that smiling I see? Twelve laps."

My teeth clenched so hard that I think I broke my jaw. I gave Finn the meanest glare I could muster but he ignored me, still wearing that cocky look on his face. I wanted to punch him so bad right now. My hands balled but I knew I couldn't. He wasn't worth getting kicked off the team, no matter how much pleasure breaking his nose would give me.

I shook my head and started to remove my padding. Finn did the same besides me. I practically moaned in relief at the feeling of getting those sweaty pads off and freeing my skin despite the fact that it was still 90 degrees out.

Sam was still near by at the bench and shot me a glance. "Are you about to have an orgasm or something? Because it sure looks like it."

"Oh shut up." I snapped playfully as he flashed me his white smile and raked his hand through his blonde hair before pulling his helmet over his head.

"You already know her orgasm face?" Finn raised an eyebrow. The smirk on his face told me that what was coming next wouldn't please me. "Didn't take long to get her on her back did it?"

Despite my annoyed face, Sam still laughed at my expense. I get it. It's funny. But it was Finn so anything that came out of his mouth I automatically hated.

"Oh please. You're just jealous it wasn't you." I retorted while watching Finn take off his elbow pads.

Finn rolled his eyes and tossed the white and black pads on the ground. "Please. If I wanted you, I would have had you the second I met you."

"At least I don't have a crazy ex girlfriend stalking me."

Finn's jaw clenched as we both pulled our chest pads over our heads. My jersey was on top of my pads but I was to hot to put it back on, so I stayed in my army green Victoria's Secret sports bra. Finn too, stayed shirtless and I subtly took the opportunity to roll my eyes over his abs. Finn's abs were the kind you get from hard work. They were flatter than a body builder yet more defined than your average gym rat. The combination was incredibly sexy. They were like his arms which also showed evidence of hard work, not just gym muscles. While I wouldn't doubt his strength, his legs were similar to mine; built for power lifts not endurance. His skin has a slight glow to it as the bright sun reflected off his medium toned skin.

"Are you two going to eye fuck or run?" Sam asked in a voice that made me snap my head to the left. He had his hands on his hips and was smirking through his helmet. I hadn't realized it before but Finn must have been giving me a once over too.

Put a hot body in front of me and I'm going to look. Sue me.

"Shut up. You're lucky you don't have to run. Stupid goalies." I retorted and Finn simply glared with crossed arms.

Once again, time must have gotten away from us because I heard a whistle before coach yelled across the field over the noise of the boys running suicides. "You two! Put the gear on and get running! Every second is an extra lap!"

My eyes almost bugged out of my head and I didn't even think about looking around before trying to collect my shit and shove it back on my body. Next time Finn gets in trouble, I'm keeping my mouth shut.

"1...2...3..." The numbers rang through my ears like a jackhammer as I heard Sam laugh at me and presumably Finn, who I could feel scrambling besides me.

My hand frantically fumbled with my pads as I heard Finn grumble in my ear. "Hurry it up, Mason." It was in my nature to snap back but I was too concentrated on trying not to run twelve miles today.

"9....10....11...."

My hand grasped my left elbow pad and I started running to the track. Finn was a second behind me but Coach's voice zipped through the air again.

"Get your damn sticks!"

I made such a sharp turn to grab my stick of the ground that I'm sure I almost snapped my knees in half. I wasn't wasting anymore time. By the time my feet hit a red track Coach stopped counting.

"That's fifteen was extra laps on top of your twelve. I want all twenty seven laps done before you two leave here!" Coach couldn't hear me anymore so I didn't spare myself from groaning. That's literally a few feet short of an 11k.

On top of my eighth period work out.

This is why I'm a bitch.

"This is your fault." I muttered under my breath. I felt Finn look at me from the corner of his eyes on my right. Both of us were running with our sticks on the right and I had the biggest urge to smack him upside the head with mine. It was so close. My mind was drooling at the thought.

"Please." He said sarcastically. "If you and Sam weren't flirting we would only be doing three miles."

"If you hadn't been a whiny bitch this wouldn't be happening at all." I snapped in response. My feet hammered against the pavement alongside Finn's. Neither of us were very focused on being graceful. My steps where a lot louder though, probably because the weights we lifted weren't as challenging for him, leaving Finn no where near as exhausted as me.

"If you weren't a spiteful bitch than you wouldn't be running at all. I can play the blame game all day, Sweetheart." The mannerism in which he said 'sweetheart' made are clear he meant anything but.

I rolled my eyes and shouldered his arm as we ran. He easily could have separated from me but for some reason we stayed running together. Probably because annoying each other was the only way to pass the time. No music. No friends. No entertainment. Just Sam smirking from his spot in the goal on the JV side of the field. Smug bastard.

Finn elbowed me back but I ignored it. Verbal assault consumed less energy so I went with that instead. "What's up with you? Do you get a hard on from pissing me off or something?"

Finn let out a quick puff of air as to say 'no. You idiot. But, that's a good one.' "I wouldn't get to cocky. Sam's right, you looked like you were about to have a fucking orgasm a few minutes ago. I know I'm hot, but keep your legs closed, Mason."

"As long as you keep it in your pants, Riley." I sneered. The rest of our run was quiet but we still stayed side by side. My gaze lingered on the guys on the field. They were done with the suicides and instead had transitioned to trying new plays. Without anyone but Coach to call the shots, it wasn't their best practice.

I noticed the formation seemed to be 4:3:3. Finn had his green eyes darting all over the field just like mine. I watched the midfielders run the ball back to the midfield to check the ball (since it was a half field practice) and easily scout out an offensive player. The left wing caught the ball and took an easy side arm into the overturned goal.

The defense got the ball from the net and gave it to an offensive player so they could check it back up again. It became very clear that there were large holes in the defense. Despite the fact that all three of them were playing double coverage, that left two people open on the mid field. In a game it would be different, but in practice it made the defenses' flaws stand out like a sore thumb.

"Hey Finn? You ever think about 3:4:3 instead. I'm sure you've noticed but we have less defense subs than we should and the players we have are mediocre. It's clear this is an offensive team..."

"-but you could use another midi for back up. I'll think about it. It's risky in matches against teams like New Canaan. Those are offensive games." He said cutting me off. For once he didn't seem condescending but there was still an over confident air to him.

"Yeah but you're nothing without D. I'm just saying that I think we need, at the very least, some more defense drill time." I said shrugging. It was almost dark out and practice was wrapping up. The two of us had about three miles left; also known as the original twelve laps we were supposed to do.

I eyed our team mates with jealously as they took of their gear and chatted amongst themselves. The stick in my hands couldn't feel heavier. It might as well have been made of steel. I can't remember the last time I ran an 11k with a lacrosse stick. My hands were sweaty without my gloves so I wiped my right hand on my jersey quickly.

"You're lucky we don't have to wear helmets." Finn commented after wiping his hands too. It was one of those reflexes; like having to crack your knuckles after some one else does.

"When I played on a girls team we had to run miles with balls. I'm so damn glad I don't have to play with a fucking girls stick. That shit's way harder to control."

"You got any at home?" He turned his whole face to look at me while we continued panting as we jogged. I was so hot that at this point I felt cold. We all know that feeling and it was somehow more miserable that being in the sweltering heat.

"Girls sticks? Yeah. I got four or five. Why?" I raised an eyebrow and Finn smirked.

"Bring them to practice one day. We can all have a little friendly competition after."

"I'm always up for beating your ass." I replied with a small smirk of my own.

"Don't worry, babe. It will be the other way around."

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