When the time is right I'll strike

Monty looked across the pitch, admiration in his eyes and joy embedded in the crinkles of his eyes as he smiled. How did he manage to look so perfect? Covered in sweat, his face the colour of a tomato yet it was still so flawless. Jasper managed to make it look sexy, his drenched shirt clutched to his chest lining the beautiful muscles he had underneath and the redness of his cheeks was cute. And that broad smile, wow, Monty couldn't get enough of it, it was infectious. He was smiling already. Monty was completely taken by his best friend, Jasper had penetrated the armour he had carefully laced around his heart and seized it for himself.

He also couldn't stop the swell pride when he noticed Jasper's goggles planted firmly on his head acting to keep his hair out of his eyes. Monty had made and given them to him as a Christmas present since Jasper was a huge science nerd. He had crushed his old pair that had been hidden under some dirty clothes in the bombsite that was his room. Now Jasper never took his new pair off his head so they didn't end up with the same cruel fate. It ignited pure delight and a warmth he was not yet accustomed to to see his gift treasured so much.

"Monty!" He raised his head looking up to meet the perpetrators voice; he had been enjoying ogling his best friend. There had been a time when Monty felt guilty staring at his best friend with impure desires but at some point it had passed. Monty had given up and let his wanting run a little wild. He wasn't proud and was never void of worry or fear of Jasper finding out one day but he couldn't resist. Jasper was like chocolate cake – delicious, tempting and dangerous for your health…if only Monty could take a bite. One day. One day he will take the time to strike and with a bit of luck win Jasper's heart too.

"Hey Raven, we're doing okay but it's pretty tight, they know our defense is weaker without Wells and are taking advantage of that. Thank god we're still winning." They were playing against The Reapers a brutal and merciless hockey team who played dirty to win, they were like cannibals. It suited them especially since their logo was 'we'll eat you alive' followed by a disturbing and crooked smiley face. I thought smiley faces were supposed to spread joy not instigate distress. They wore hideous and gruesome masks that made their faces appear mutilated and distorted, it was a revolting sight.

This was just a 'friendly' match to test the skills of each team and prepare for the tournament that was coming up. Monty predicted that they had a pretty good chance this year. The Reapers are skilled players but too reckless and clumsy, with a bit more analysis and practice it could become a fairly easy win.

Then there were the grounders, they proved to be a formidable opponent and were very tough, their teamwork was something to be envied and their skill at passing the ball a long distance was definitely a strong advantage for them. Monty still believed that they had a good chance; The 100 had been improving greatly and had attracted a few more strong players. Monty also knew the tactics the grounders used; he could take advantage of this and plan a strategy that would aid them greatly.

There was also a new team that had recently appeared – The Mountain Men. The 100 hadn't fought them yet making them a worry in Monty's mind. Monty had heard of their successes so far and of their personality. They were menacing in their cold and cruel behaviour and feigned kindness that hid it. Their expertise and flair on the pitch was undeniable in the videos Monty had watched of their matches. They hadn't lost one yet. How would The 100 fair against them?

"We could win although our defense is a little weak since Wells dropped out today. Do you know why?"

"I agree. That's why they've managed to score those points, undeserving bastards. I think his dad called him to his office, something about teaching him the ropes."

"Maybe we could sub Murphy in? Oh." Monty comments acknowledging the reason for Wells absence, Wells and his dad were close so it was understandable. Wells didn't want to let him down especially after the incident that ended with Wells in jail for a night. Something about drunk and out of control rowdy behaviour disturbing the peace.

"Murphy?! Are you kidding? He's good in attack but he can't hold back, no way would he be good in defense." Raven complained shaking her head in dismay. Monty knew this but he didn't see any other choice unless Nathan showed up. Another missing person.

"We can't exactly put Myles out there yet, he's not ready. Ever since he got hit in the face by the ball by those bloody Grounders he freaks out when the ball comes near him." Monty was concerned, if The Reapers managed to get past Finn or Raven there was no back-up for Harper. She was good at defending the goal but not as good as Wells, she had the tendency to get distracted when not moving around as much, luckily The Reapers hadn't noticed yet.

"Hey, what are you two talking about so seriously?" Bellamy walked over; he had been blessed in the looks department at birth, he is in a word gorgeous and there were a lot of people who wanted him. Who wouldn't? With his toned muscles that were often on show, his elusive nature and his face (somewhat perfected) but Bellamy didn't stir up any desire for Monty unlike Jasper. He was one of their respected team leaders; Bell and Clarke did an incredible job at drilling determination, spirit and fight their teammates when they had a bad match and began to lose hope. They also had stunning sexual tension but that topic can wait for another day.

"Trying to fix the lack of Wells on the team, it feels impossible." Monty sighed, he felt like he was letting them down. He was the manager, he was supposed to come up with solutions when problems like this arose, it was his job, his duty but he was failing today.

"What's with that face?" Monty jumped like a frightened cat (he wouldn't be surprised if his hairs were standing on end for a second there) at the sudden contact, Jasper had suddenly appeared and put his arm on his shoulders. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, now was not the time. "You let things get to you too much. There's nothing you can do about Wells not being here. We're still winning!" Jasper flashed a dazzling smile his way and Monty couldn't help but smile back. Most of the time he could read Monty like a book; it was a miracle that he hadn't realised that Monty was pining for him.

"Thanks. I just wish there was something I could do. I'm no good at sport. The only thing I can do is research and calculations." Monty avoided any eye-contact choosing to look at the floor and the scruffy shoes that were planted on it. It was something that bothered him immensely. He wanted to be of more use to them and…he was jealous. He wanted to be out the fighting for victory amongst his friends not sitting on the side-lines. He desperately wanted to be involved.

A smack around the head startled him from his dreary thoughts, Jasper was staring at him intensely, looking serious which didn't happen all that often. "We'll have no more of that. You are extremely useful." Jasper lightly hit him in the arm before walking away and Monty was unable to stop the heat that rushed to his cheeks. Thank you Jas, that means a lot.

"We both agree with him, the whole team does." Bellamy agreed with sincerity. "You work so hard for us to make sure we have the best chance of victory. You're our brains. I need a drink; half-time will soon be over." Raven smiled, "wish us luck in the second half!" before following suit.

Monty took out his iPad and made a note to talk to Jaha about arranging to see Wells on days when he didn't have a match to attend. He also made a note to find out where Nathan was but he'd leave the scolding to Bellamy and Clarke. This was the least he could do. The iPad had everything they needed on it, information on their own players, information on other teams, weaknesses and strengths and different training programs.

Can all players please return to the pitch said the announcer let the second half of the match begin!