Finding 4

NUMBER 4

"TEN, I will throw you off this damn pitch if you don't get off your ass! Come on! Push it, ladies!"

Well, shit.

Lily Gibson was a demon on the field.

Dressed in black shorts that clung to her ass and with a thermal white shirt underneath the black soccer jersey with her last name and the number 4 on the back, she ran around on one of the several sport training pitches in the lashing rain, barking orders with her blonde ponytail swishing.

"You watching Lils?" Eiden Wilkinson drawled, coming to stand beside me.

During lunch, Hughie suggested the idea that I try out for the rugby team since they needed more players.

At first, I just laughed at the idea.

And then I remembered my father's hatred for the game and sighed myself up without a second thought.

Which explained how I was on the pitch beside Lily's football team, watching her call shots and run around like a bullet with a ball moving between her feet.

Seriously, her skills were mad impressive.

"What's it to you?" I bit back at the dipshit.

Since I'd walked on the pitch with Hughie, Wilkinson had been making snide remarks about my build and how I would never cut it to be on the team.

To be fair, I probably wouldn't make it on the team, but I was determined to prove him wrong just to rub it in his face.

Chuckling, Wilkinson shook his head. "You forgetting that she's my girl, lad?"

Nah, I didn't forget.

I just didn't give a shit.

"Is she?" I taunted, smirking when Lily scored a goal and started cheering, jumping on Grace Doherty's—number 5—back in celebration. "Because it seemed to be that she wanted nothing to do with you on Saturday night."

Yeah, I still hadn't forgotten how the prick beside me grabbed her arm, making her wince in pain.

I swore I'd never wanted to beat the living hell out of anyone so much in my life before then.

Actually, that wasn't true.

I'd been wanting to do that with my father for years.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Wilkinson's ego drop three levels when he glared at the side of my face. "You don't know fucking shit, gutter trash," he snapped before smirking to himself. "And considering she was jumping on my dick this morning, I'd say all is forgiven." Walking backward, he barked, "Stop daydreaming and pay attention, Lynch!"

My whole mood switched within seconds as his words replayed in my head while I watched Lily kick the ball to her team's number 10.

Anything Lily did shouldn't affect me.