A/N: *que odd singing tune* Chapter 3 is here, chapter 3 is here and I am so excited! Things are now on track! Woo!
Chapter 3: Scrumming
Kirstie sat slouched down in her seat across from Marley at the campus café. She was staring down at her cup of coffee and picking at her muffin.
Marley barely looks up at Kirstie, they'd agreed to meet but it had been a little bit awkward. So the brunette starts slowly, "He's not mad."
Kirstie shakes her head slowly, "Tell me the truth Marls."
"No really, he'd not mad, more… sad?" she shrugs, playing with the plastic lid of her cup of hot chocolate.
Kirstie's head snaps up, "That makes me feel worse."
Marley's eyes widen, "No," she shakes her head quickly, "No I didn't mean to do that… Kirstie I shouldn't say anything I can't get into the middle of this… we should talk about something else." She places the lid back on her cup then clasps her hands in front of her as she glances around trying to think. "How's Jeremy?"
Kirstie relaxes back with a roll of her eyes, "Guess you didn't get that memo, I broke up with him."
"Finally," Marley breaths out, a smile forming on her face.
Kirstie raises an eyebrow, "Sorry what?"
Marley's face drops, "Nothing, I said nothing," she gives her a big, cheesy nervous smile, her eyes darting around.
"You're glad I broke up with my boyfriend?"
"Well no, and yes. I'm sad you broke up with your boyfriend but I'm happy you broke up with Jeremy," she nods slowly, pulling at her fingers.
Kirstie watches her for a moment. "Forget this, let's go to the field," she stands up, her chair squealing loudly, she ignore the looks she gets and picks up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. Marley does the same, but cautiously keeps her chair quiet and smiles at her owl shaped backpack as she pulls in on both shoulders, adjusting her hair as she skips out after Kirstie.
...crouch…bind…set…
Kirstie and Marley arrive at the field in silence, then Marley takes off running across the field and Kirstie watches her dumfounded because Marley never runs. The short blonde stops at the side line, folding her arms as she watches Marley run up to her boyfriend, who was practicing his kicking. He was wearing a singlet and rugby shorts and she knew that Marley would probably scold him for not being cautious in the sun, or just go straight up to him and start putting sunblock on him like the other week. Kirstie had to admire his dedication though; she knew practice had ended at least two hours ago.
Another ball sails through the air just pulling to the left, but it had been a god kick, and Kirstie noted that he would have made it if he hadn't have jabbed the ball with his foot like he did.
Beauden spins around as Marley arrives behind him, slightly out of breath.
"We didn't know you'd be here Beaudy," she tells him, as she dramatically leans against him, and falls just slightly so he catches her, then closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out as she pretends to play dead. "I just ran," she says with her tongue still out and her eyes still closed.
Beauden laughs as he stands her upright again, wrapping his arms around her he leans in to place a quick kiss on her lips. "What do you mean we?"
Marley looks around Beauden's shoulder at Kirstie, he follows her gaze and his face falls when Kirstie starts walking towards him.
He pulls away from his girlfriend and starts to gather up his belongings, "Marls, why'd you bring her here?" he asks with a tired sigh.
"She wanted to come to the field, like I said we didn't know you'd be here," she pouts and plays with the straps on her backpack.
"Hey Kiwi-boy," Kirstie tries with a smile, but Beauden ignores her. "Look Beauden, I had an idea. What if we made this a good thing, I could teach you some better techniques, like before you ju-"
Beauden turns around, holding his hand up, "I am not going to take pointers from you, okay yeah you're good, I'm not saying you're not, but go join the girls team and leave me alone… I don't need my team losing respect for me okay and listening to you is exactly what that'll be," he nods once, dropping his hand.
"But Beaudy she got the kick over, I've seen her get them from the side, both sides, she can't get them as far as you though, you could both help each other," Marley tries.
Beauden shakes his head, but give Marley a small smile, "You're absolutely right, but it just can't happen," he gives her a quick kiss on the forehead as he goes to walk off.
Marley turns to Kirstie, "I might go with him, I'll catch you later yeah?" she hugs her best friend then takes off after her boyfriend.
Kirstie turns and makes her way off the field in the opposite direction with her head down. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her jeans and leans up against the front board of the bleachers looking out onto the pitch.
As she stares out onto the green that she shot her video on she can't help but wonder if it had been the right thing to do. Sure it had seemed like a great idea at the time, she hadn't thought it would upset one her friend this much. For as long as Kirstie had known him, Beauden had always been the guy to let things roll of his back, so she couldn't figure out why this was so different. Maybe it was because that guy practically lived and breathed rugby, it was something Marley had to adjust to with dating him. The brunette hadn't minded because he was making compromises for her too, or at least being patient with her as Marley would say.
Kirstie is snapped from her thoughts when a slightly family voice speaks out.
"Just the girl I've been looking for."
"And why would you be looking for me…" she trails off, going to say his name, she never remembered it, but it started with A and was something different.
"I have watched that video so many times since Jeremy showed us a couple of days ago' the deep voiced man tells her. "Then I showed it to coach."
Kirstie snaps to attention and takes a step towards the bearded man, "You what!"
He holds his hand sup, surrendering, "Don't worry, it's all good news, well god for you, bad for Beauden, which sucks because he's a good guy. But in the end it's good for him and bad for Mitch Grassi, you know him right? Of course you do," he waves her off as he continues to word vomit all his thoughts.
"What?"
"Coach wants you to try out for number 10."
"Beauden plays 10."
"Oh, so that's your first thought, not that you know you're a girl and this is a guy's team and this insane because you're gonna get hurt, and yet you'll be amazing and hopefully won't get hurt."
"You talk a lot!"
Avi scratches the back of his head, "Only when I'm nervous."
"But Beauden plays 10, he already hates me, I can't try out."
"Try out is kind of a loose term, you've already got the spot."
A/N: Oooooooo! How do you guys think Beaudy will react when he finds out? Best idea might just get included ;)
