Everything had been going
outstandingly well. All the plays were executed perfectly, they were up by a
goal, and Macy hadn’t even once gotten into a fight with a ref or the team
captain from the Owls because if Macy knew how to do anything besides play
soccer, it was how to fight with Athena May.
“Uh, el capitán, you might want to stop Macy from doing that thing she does that she is doing right now, oh God,” Andy yelped and covered her eyes from the impending disaster that was about to unfold and oh god was absolutely right.
“I don’t think I can take this,” Quetzalli said from besides Andy. She was rubbing consoling circles into her back while pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
Macy did this literally every time they played the Owls and it was usually just easier to let her and the Owls’ captain blow through it for a few minutes.
“Coach, should we do something…?”
“In a minute, just let ‘er blow off some steam,” he sighed and sat down on the bench in defeat.
“That was obviously a foul, you ass-backward muppet!” Macy shouted as she helped Angela up from where she lay sprawled from the hit she had absorbed. She winced in pain but managed to limp off the field with the help of the other girls. Macy stomped over to the other captain purposefully. She herself was sending the girl who had crashed into Angela off the field with a placating look and a face like she was going to handle it. The Owls’ captain scooped up the soccer ball and strode over to meet Macy halfway.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going-“
“Lay off her, Tran,” she growled at Macy. “It was an equal collision.”
“If you think that was in any way Angela’s fault, then you’re a lot dumber than I thought you were.”
“What the fuck did you say to me, who do you think you are, you petulant, egotistical-“
“You heard me, Mayfly,” Macy said stepping even closer to her. Athena May exuded a certain strength much like Macy thought Athena the goddess would and her emerald bright eyes were distracting as all hell, especially when she was one wrong word away from tackling Macy into the turf like that one time three seasons ago.
“Oh, Mayfly, is it?! Listen, Transatlantic Trade, Ally didn’t do jack shit by herself so you can just keep your foul until you’re willing to take equal responsibility for it!” Athena hated that this sparrow of a girl was egging her on so much and she hated that she was absolutely loving it. Athena thought that this was the day they were going to finally show down because Macy looked pissed as shit and her hands were clenching and unclenching at her sides.
“If you think that I’m going to even think about taking any sort of blame for whatever that clumsy-“
“Hey, dumbasses! Either kiss and make up or get back to the game!” Macy’s coach yelled from the side of the field which was met with grumbled affirmation from the rest of her team. They both stood in silence for a moment.
“What the fuck did he just-“
“Oh, come off it, May,” Macy said with startling tenderness. Athena looked down at her and was shocked into silence at the flush traveling up Macy’s neck. She started to smile but was suddenly cut off my Macy’s vice grip on the front of her jersey and the rough clash of their teeth against each other. Athena could feel Macy’s hands shaking against her collarbone and she could tell it wasn’t out of rage anymore.
Athena dropped the ball she had rested on her hip so that she could twist one of her hands into Macy’s ponytail and the other to ruck up her shirt to get to her firm back still slick with sweat. Macy calmed down just enough so that the press of lips was less painful and more like an actual kiss. Athena’s laugh melted into a sigh.
“Okay, okay, knock that gay shit off, get back to the game!” Jenavieve shouted from the bleachers. Athena managed to flip her off even as Macy pulled away from her.
“Guess your mouth isn’t just good for screaming at me,” Macy muttered in a haze. She licked her lips and almost wished that they both hadn’t been covered in sweat for that first one.
“You do most of the screaming anyway,” Athena laughed and bumped her head against Macy’s. “See you after the game?”
Macy giggled and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. She was tough as shit and Athena was going to fucking know it. She smoothed out her grin and shrugged. “Yeah, that’ll be fine, we were gonna see you clowns anyway.”
Athena laughed. “Okay, see ya ..after we win.” She thumped Macy on the nose and jogged away. Macy stared at her back, appalled at the nerve of this two-faced, manipulative-
“Oh shit, you have another thing coming, oh God,” she fumed, throwing up her arms in exasperation. She made her way quickly back to the bench, a great play already forming in her mind because she was going to beat that perfect specimen’s team into the ground. As she explained it carefully, the team tried their best not to laugh because Macy was still sporting a delicate blush and swollen lips from where Athena had basically smashed into her.
Soon enough their time out was over and they were back on the field, their passes perfectly executed, clean, and almost too fast for the Owls to keep up. Athena had managed to get the goal that had put them into over-time and Ally from the Owls almost managed to get a kick past Andy but fumbled at the last minute allowing Quetzalli to make the winning shot.
Cheers erupted from both the team and the bleachers. Macy celebrated momentarily with the rest of the girls, giving high fives and sweaty hugs before turning back and jogging leisurely up to Athena who was panting her compliments to the other players on her team.
“So,” Macy said once they were within earshot of each other. “Is this what you meant when you said ‘see you after the game’?” She took a deep breath and held it, trying to get her heart rate back down. Athena laughed and wiped sweat from her brow and the side of her long neck.
“I was thinking more along the lines of maybe a movie or dinner, actually,” she said, still breathless but happy with the outcome of events. Maybe not the lose itself, but certainly the events occurring after.
Macy was struck shy by the newness of Athena’s smile. “Dinner sounds great actually. The team’s heading out for pizza, did you guys wanna come?”
Athena looked back at the Owls who were all giving her simultaneous thumbs up. “I think we’ll just have to manage between the two of us.”
“Okay, then. Get your stuff, I’ll drive,” Macy said before turning away to also gather her things.
“Wow, wait, that’s fine, I’ll drive,” Athena called after her. Macy turned around, the familiar spark in her eye.
“Why should you drive, my car’s right over there.”
“Well, so is mine-“
“Yeah, yeah, mine’s closer-“
“Macy, they are right next to each other, you glared at me when you were getting out before the game-“
“Then it shouldn’t be a problem-“
“You’re so stubborn-“
“I’m stubborn, what about you-“
Quetzalli turned away in disgust. “This is never going to end,” she groaned and dragged Andy away who just laughed. The world was full of regularities. Still, for them, everything indeed was going outstandingly well.
“Uh, el capitán, you might want to stop Macy from doing that thing she does that she is doing right now, oh God,” Andy yelped and covered her eyes from the impending disaster that was about to unfold and oh god was absolutely right.
“I don’t think I can take this,” Quetzalli said from besides Andy. She was rubbing consoling circles into her back while pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.
Macy did this literally every time they played the Owls and it was usually just easier to let her and the Owls’ captain blow through it for a few minutes.
“Coach, should we do something…?”
“In a minute, just let ‘er blow off some steam,” he sighed and sat down on the bench in defeat.
“That was obviously a foul, you ass-backward muppet!” Macy shouted as she helped Angela up from where she lay sprawled from the hit she had absorbed. She winced in pain but managed to limp off the field with the help of the other girls. Macy stomped over to the other captain purposefully. She herself was sending the girl who had crashed into Angela off the field with a placating look and a face like she was going to handle it. The Owls’ captain scooped up the soccer ball and strode over to meet Macy halfway.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going-“
“Lay off her, Tran,” she growled at Macy. “It was an equal collision.”
“If you think that was in any way Angela’s fault, then you’re a lot dumber than I thought you were.”
“What the fuck did you say to me, who do you think you are, you petulant, egotistical-“
“You heard me, Mayfly,” Macy said stepping even closer to her. Athena May exuded a certain strength much like Macy thought Athena the goddess would and her emerald bright eyes were distracting as all hell, especially when she was one wrong word away from tackling Macy into the turf like that one time three seasons ago.
“Oh, Mayfly, is it?! Listen, Transatlantic Trade, Ally didn’t do jack shit by herself so you can just keep your foul until you’re willing to take equal responsibility for it!” Athena hated that this sparrow of a girl was egging her on so much and she hated that she was absolutely loving it. Athena thought that this was the day they were going to finally show down because Macy looked pissed as shit and her hands were clenching and unclenching at her sides.
“If you think that I’m going to even think about taking any sort of blame for whatever that clumsy-“
“Hey, dumbasses! Either kiss and make up or get back to the game!” Macy’s coach yelled from the side of the field which was met with grumbled affirmation from the rest of her team. They both stood in silence for a moment.
“What the fuck did he just-“
“Oh, come off it, May,” Macy said with startling tenderness. Athena looked down at her and was shocked into silence at the flush traveling up Macy’s neck. She started to smile but was suddenly cut off my Macy’s vice grip on the front of her jersey and the rough clash of their teeth against each other. Athena could feel Macy’s hands shaking against her collarbone and she could tell it wasn’t out of rage anymore.
Athena dropped the ball she had rested on her hip so that she could twist one of her hands into Macy’s ponytail and the other to ruck up her shirt to get to her firm back still slick with sweat. Macy calmed down just enough so that the press of lips was less painful and more like an actual kiss. Athena’s laugh melted into a sigh.
“Okay, okay, knock that gay shit off, get back to the game!” Jenavieve shouted from the bleachers. Athena managed to flip her off even as Macy pulled away from her.
“Guess your mouth isn’t just good for screaming at me,” Macy muttered in a haze. She licked her lips and almost wished that they both hadn’t been covered in sweat for that first one.
“You do most of the screaming anyway,” Athena laughed and bumped her head against Macy’s. “See you after the game?”
Macy giggled and then covered her mouth in embarrassment. She was tough as shit and Athena was going to fucking know it. She smoothed out her grin and shrugged. “Yeah, that’ll be fine, we were gonna see you clowns anyway.”
Athena laughed. “Okay, see ya ..after we win.” She thumped Macy on the nose and jogged away. Macy stared at her back, appalled at the nerve of this two-faced, manipulative-
“Oh shit, you have another thing coming, oh God,” she fumed, throwing up her arms in exasperation. She made her way quickly back to the bench, a great play already forming in her mind because she was going to beat that perfect specimen’s team into the ground. As she explained it carefully, the team tried their best not to laugh because Macy was still sporting a delicate blush and swollen lips from where Athena had basically smashed into her.
Soon enough their time out was over and they were back on the field, their passes perfectly executed, clean, and almost too fast for the Owls to keep up. Athena had managed to get the goal that had put them into over-time and Ally from the Owls almost managed to get a kick past Andy but fumbled at the last minute allowing Quetzalli to make the winning shot.
Cheers erupted from both the team and the bleachers. Macy celebrated momentarily with the rest of the girls, giving high fives and sweaty hugs before turning back and jogging leisurely up to Athena who was panting her compliments to the other players on her team.
“So,” Macy said once they were within earshot of each other. “Is this what you meant when you said ‘see you after the game’?” She took a deep breath and held it, trying to get her heart rate back down. Athena laughed and wiped sweat from her brow and the side of her long neck.
“I was thinking more along the lines of maybe a movie or dinner, actually,” she said, still breathless but happy with the outcome of events. Maybe not the lose itself, but certainly the events occurring after.
Macy was struck shy by the newness of Athena’s smile. “Dinner sounds great actually. The team’s heading out for pizza, did you guys wanna come?”
Athena looked back at the Owls who were all giving her simultaneous thumbs up. “I think we’ll just have to manage between the two of us.”
“Okay, then. Get your stuff, I’ll drive,” Macy said before turning away to also gather her things.
“Wow, wait, that’s fine, I’ll drive,” Athena called after her. Macy turned around, the familiar spark in her eye.
“Why should you drive, my car’s right over there.”
“Well, so is mine-“
“Yeah, yeah, mine’s closer-“
“Macy, they are right next to each other, you glared at me when you were getting out before the game-“
“Then it shouldn’t be a problem-“
“You’re so stubborn-“
“I’m stubborn, what about you-“
Quetzalli turned away in disgust. “This is never going to end,” she groaned and dragged Andy away who just laughed. The world was full of regularities. Still, for them, everything indeed was going outstandingly well.
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