Disclaimer: I still don't own it. Francesca is still mine, Mody still owns himself, and Ackerman is still me. I don't own Gatorade either. I wish I did though.
Chapter 2- "Violated by his own shorts"
Courfeyrac looked up at Marius and said "What the hell did you just say?" Marius spat out his mouth guard and said "That's for calling me Mary!" Marius walked away and Combeferre turned to Joly, who was observing, and said "Remind me to never make that boy mad. He is usually so subdued and mellow. That was quite a change." Just then the coaches called a water break. Everyone went to the benches and sat down where ever they could. Marius pulled out a bottle of Gatorade and Joly turned to him and held out a bottle of water. "You shouldn't drink Gatorade until after practice, it'll dehydrate you more. You can have my extra bottle of water." Joly motioned for Marius to take the bottle and Marius reached up and took the bottle without question and drank half of it in one swig.
The coaches called the team over for position assignments and introductions. The coaches stepped forward and one of them said "Good afternoon gentlemen. I am Coach Mody. I will be in charge of the pack or the scrum." He motioned to his left "This is Coach Javert. He will be in charge of the line." Mody motioned to his right "This is our assistant coach, Coach Ackerman. She will be observing everyone and making suggestions as to where you might be able to improve upon. When I call your name, please step forward to get you position assignment. If you go by a nickname, now would be the time to make it known. Pontmercy." Marius waddled forward and stood there looking at the coaches. Javert spoke up "Hook." Mody and Ackerman looked over at him and Javert continued "Well, he is the shortest man here, but he looks sturdy. I figure he will be a decent hook." Mody and Ackerman shrugged their shoulders and Mody called out another name. "Enjorless?" Enjolras stepped forward. "It's Enjolras sir. You can call me EJ though." "Right, second row and you will swap out as a prop. Courfeyrac." Courfeyrac stepped forward. "My friends call me Courf." "Alright, you will be playing flanker. Prouvaire." Jehan stepped forward and said nervously "Jehan if you please, sir." "Alright Jehan, you will be the 8 man and you will sub in for Pontmercy as a hook. Bahorel." Bahorel stepped forward and Ackerman said immediately "Prop." The others got their positions shortly after. It ended up like this: Lesgles- Second row, Combeferre- Second row/Prop, Joly- Flanker, and Feuilly- Scrumhalf/hook.
The men went with their respective coaches and Jehan asked what the hook and props did. Mody said "That's a great question, Jehan. I'll show you." Mody asked Enjolras to come and help him. Each of the two men stood on either side of Marius and wrapped their arms around him while he held his arms up. Each of the two men grabbed onto either side of Marius' waist band and pulled toward himself. In doing this, they had turned Marius' shorts sideways and lifted him up so that his toes were just touching the ground. Marius put his arms down onto either man's shoulder and grabbed a handful of each of their shirts. Marius had just been violated by his own shorts. Mody turned his head to Jehan and said "Once the front row gets like this, the hook puts his foot out to try and gain possession of the ball." Jehan looked at Marius and asked if he was uncomfortable. Marius glared at Jehan and Francesca laughed again. Then it started to rain. Francesca got out her umbrella and the boys looked at her and sighed. "We are in for a wet practice." Enjorlas remarked. As it started to rain harder, the ground started to get softer and very muddy. Marius was currently being chased by Enjolras toward a mud puddle with his white shirt. As Enjolras took him down, soaking his white shirt, Marius thought to himself "There goes another white shirt."
A/N: Please R&R