She shoots a nervous glance at her mother, but Gwendoline is too self-absorbed to care about what her daughter gets up to. She sighs and turns back to me. “If you can sit through a game with people cheering on your arsehole ex-boyfriend, then I can be your wing woman tonight.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh. “Keep telling yourself that, Wil. We both know you’re excited to see your sexy phantom.”
Her cheeks heat, and she scowls. “I haven’t decided if I’m even going to meet him.”
“Mmhmm,” I say, nodding knowingly. “Keep telling yourself that.”
I return my focus to the pitch, where Luca juggles theball with his feet before sending it flying into the net. The crowd around us cheers, and Willow sinks further into her seat as conversation around us centres around her stepbrother’s talent and where he’s going to play after Beckford.
I pull out my phone and distract my best friend with funny animal memes. It works until the game is about to start, and Gwendoline’s beady eyes fall on her daughter as she snaps, “Sit up straight and act like you want to be here supporting your family.”
My fists clench. I want to slap her mother, but Willow simply straightens in her seat and slips her hand over mine to keep me from getting the both of us into trouble.
The game starts, and my mood improves mildly when Dylan has a shot on goal early in the piece, but misses.Suck shit.Even from here, I can see the frustration in his eyes, and I can’t stop the smirk tugging on my lips as he shouts at his teammates. Playing against his father’s team adds extra pressure for him. I hope he chokes on it and dies.
Unfortunately, one of Dylan’s teammates is awarded a free kick and scores not long after, and BHU take an early lead.
I almost feel sorry for Beckford U’s goalkeeper, who cops a spray from one of his teammates, but then play resumes. Luca receives the ball from the kick-off, and Dylan sprints in. The two of them tussle for the ball, and this time, my smirk is firmly plastered on my face as Willow’s stepbrother makes a mockery of my ex, dancing around him in an impressive display of fancy footwork that makes Dylan look like an amateur.
Luca takes a shot, and the crowd groans as it hits the crossbar, with BHU’s defence quickly clearing it and sending the ball back into their forward half. Dylan has another two shots on goal, which he misses, and my glee at watching him fail only grows.
It’s obvious to anyone, even someone who doesn’t follow the sport, that Dylan is selfish, taking on players instead of passing to teammates who are wide open. He wants all the glory, but Beckford U won’t relent.
After losing the ball for the third time in a row, he curses and throws his hands in the air before chasing down the Beckford U player. Our team moves the ball quick though, and Theo takes a shot on goal, which goes out off the opposition’s foot for a corner kick.
Willow groans softly, slouching in her seat as Luca runs over to take it, no doubt wanting to avoid the attention if he scores here. I, on the other hand, lean forward, praying my bestie’s stepbrother can create a chance for Beckford. There’s no way I want Dylan and BHU getting bragging rights tonight.
When Luca’s ball sets up the perfect header for Theo, who slots it past the keeper, I can’t help but let out a little whoop of joy.
“Since when have you been so into the sport?” Willow asks when I settle back into my seat. Everyone around us is singing Luca’s praises, and her mother is lapping it all up.
I shrug. “Just getting in the school spirit.”
She rolls her eyes, but I’m determined not to let anything get me down tonight. I’m going to watch Beckford U run circles around Dylan, then I’m going to usethose images to get myself off in the voyeur hall tonight. My orgasms will be so satisfying.
My thoughts stray to the man who ghosted me, but I push them away. It’s time I realise I don’t need a man in my life. They only disappoint you anyway.
I glance at Willow, wondering whether she would be up for pushing herself out of her comfort zone. When we first went to the club, I tried convincing her to let me give her a lesson on self-care—albeit a lesson everyone could watch—only she was too self-conscious to masturbate in front of me. But if she’s not sure she wants to spend one-on-one-time with her sexy phantom tonight, maybe I could give into my submissive side and have her tell me what to do. The members would eat it up.
Those thoughts ruminate as we watch the remainder of the first half. I’m not bi, but I am sex-positive and confident enough to be naked in the same room as another woman. Willow and I won’t have to touch each other, but I am curious to see my meek and gentle best friend get her inner dominatrix on. It turns me on just thinking about how hot it would be to let someone dominate me.
When the ref blows his whistle for half time, I follow Willow to the canteen to get some food and refreshments, under her mother’s orders. I know she’s using it as an escape from listening to her mother rave about her stepbrother to anyone who will listen.
“Your mum really takes the Stepford wife thing to the next level, huh?” I say as we wait in line.
She rolls her eyes. “Perfect life, happy wife.”
I laugh. “You know that’s not the saying, right?”
“It may as well be when it comes to her.”
“So, I had an idea,” I say, letting my voice trail off suggestively.
Willow groans. “Why does that sentence terrify me?”
I shoot her a cheeky grin and open my mouth to tell her about my plan for tonight when my phone buzzes. I glance down at the screen to see the Euphoria app symbol. Curious, I click on the request, and my heart races when I see who it’s from.
@watch_me_watch_you has requested that you join them in a private room.
