Chapter 4: Fly Half

Kirstie couldn't figure out why this coach wanted her on the team so bad, he hadn't seen the high school footage too had he? She shakes the thought from her mind as she steps up behind the group of guys on the field all in their practice kits, she in somewhat of her own too.
Next thing she knew Coach was striding towards her, through the group, he took a hold of her arm and pulled her to the front of the group of about thirty. Kirstie only knew about 10 personally, the rest she'd seen play at one time or another, there was one face she couldn't spot though and her stomach dropped.
"This here boys, is Kirstie she can kick 'em, and kick 'em well. And she knows her rugby, she played in high school, and since there's no girls team here, well she's joining ours."
And the team starts in:
"But she's a girl?"
"Where's Beaud's?"
"She can't join!"
"What the fuck?"
Kirstie was spun around by Jeremy, who kept a tight grip on her shoulders, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I think I'm joining a team I was asked to," I spit back. "Let go of me." He doesn't listen and just keeps staring down at her until coach and none other than Beauden pull him away.
"Lewis, cut it out," Coach tells him, "Take a lap." There is a chorus of Ooooos from the team and Kirstie resists the urge not to smirk. The rest of the team disperses as coach sends them to drills.
Kirstie grabs Beauden's arm as he's walking away, "Beaud-"
He holds up his hand, and shrugs his arm away from her, "Don't bother, I am not ready to hear anything you have to say."
"We're going to have to at least try and get along for Marley."
He shakes his head slowly, "She'll understand, you can spend some time with her, I can spend some time with her, but we will not be spending time together with her. We are not friends, we are in a team together, that is all and after this we speak of nothing unless it is Cobra related, we don't see each other unless it is Cobra related. Do you understand?"
Kirstie watches him with narrowed eyes, "What ab-"
"Kirstie I am your captain, I can make this difficult for you, so do you understand?" he asks through clenched teeth.
"Yes sir."

Kirstie sat with Avi during the five minute break because it didn't seem like any of the other guys were about to talk to her. She was sipping on her water bottle at the edge of the field when he flopped down next to her.
"Good job centre," she tells him with a smile, patting his stomach as he star-fished on his back.
"How are you not as exhausted as I am?"
"Because isn't letting me do anything," she says with a sigh. "Have you not noticed that?"
"Yeah, he doesn't think you can take the hits."
"But I can, I played in high-"
"Against other girls Kirstie, how are you gonna be when Mario takes a run at you, or worse someone on an opposing team who doesn't care and wants you to get hurt?"
"What these guys care?" she raises an eyebrow, turning to Avi as he sits up.
"Well maybe they don't yet, but they will, all of them will. I can introduce you to a couple of them later if you like?"
Kirstie nods, "That'd be nice, thank you," she smiles. "But can I ask you something?"
"Shoot."
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"Well you're friends with Esther," he shrugs, "And someone's gotta look out for you here," he chuckles.
Kirstie rolls her eyes with a laugh, "Oh thanks."
"But in all seriousness, I want to win, and can you think about how major this is, having you on the team? A girl? That's just never happened before."
"No it hasn't, but only because coach treats me like a delicate little butterfly, and yet he's gonna expect me to play, Avi I need to practice getting hit!"
"You finally remembered my name," he smiles.
"Shut up," she laughs and shoves him aside. "Lets get back to practice, I'm gonna tell coach you're gonna practice tackles with me."
"Me, why me?"
She smirks, "Because besides Mitch Grassi you're the smallest guy on the team," she springs up from her spot and Avi quickly follows.
"Am not! Darien s shorter than me… Well at least I think he is. I'm almost six foot," he points a finger at her to stop her in her tracks.
"I didn't necessarily mean height, it's mass and well you have chicken legs," she points down at his legs. "And don't point at me or I'll break your finger."
Avi drops his finger, and links his hands behind his back.
Kirstie smiles at him, "Good, this is gonna be fun," she nods once then skips off back to join the rest of the team.

A/N: A Fly-Half for those of you who didn't know is the proper name in rugby for the number 10 position they're Number 10, Fly-half or First-five-eighth, yeah I know, it's confusing :P
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