But…
No buts!
I wouldn’t meet him. He’d get over it and move onto the next available vagina.
My mind was made up.
“Do you mind taking me straight home? I think it was too much sun.”
Phil rubbed my back. “Of course, let’s go.”
Lucas
She had actually brought another bloke. To my match. What the hell was that about?
I gave her tickets to my sold out game and she brings a dude. A dude that was clearly a total muppet and obviously into her.
I saw the way he touched her. Even when I needed to have my head in the game I saw her. I saw him.
Fucking hell.
“Hey Danny, come here for a sec,” I called out during warm up. I was making a point not to look up at the stands. At Morgan. But I could feel her eyes on me the whole damn time. It was distracting.
I couldn’t be distracted.
Not today of all days.
But she had to bring a douchebag. What was she playing?
Danny Kyle, the grounds keeper at Foley Field hurried over. “Do you think you could find the guy who wears the Freddie costume for me?”
Danny looked confused. “You want me to find Basil? He’s the mascot.”
“Yeah, Basil. I need to talk to him.”
“Sure. Okay. Just give me a minute.” Danny didn’t question why I would want to talk to the guy who pranced around like a ninny in a bird costume during the games. Which was good, because otherwise I’d tell him to mind his own fucking business.
Basil in the Freddie the falcon costume all but ran over to me. I kicked him the ball and he kicked it back. I could hear the cheers all around me. The fans loved that shit.
I continued to dribble the ball but motioned for Basil to come closer.
“Hey, what’s the halftime contest?” I asked.
“What?” I could hear the muffled voice ask.
“The halftime contest. You always do something with the fans. What is it today?”
“They want me to have some people kick a ball into the goal. The winner gets to meet the team after the game. It’s already been approved. Is that okay?” It was hard to hear the guy through the costume and over the continuous chanting of the crowd.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s great. But I want you to pick someone for me. And I want her to win. Do you hear what I’m saying?” I glanced at Morgan again. It was like I couldn’t bloody help it.
She came to the match. I hadn’t been sure she would.
And then she brought another guy.
That wasn’t cool with me.
“Okay, who do you want to win?” Again, no questions. People knew better. I wanted it done, it was done. End of.
