Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Seventeen (17)

Not long later we were split up into two teams, Matthew and I both on opposite sides.

I couldn't help but feel a little worried when I noticed Devyn, who had been my team captain, pick most of the guys he was talking to before.

"Every time someone scores another ball is added!" Coach yelled, blowing his whistle and walking into the middle of the field were Devyn and the other captain started off.

The plate purposely giving Devyn the ball, who kicked it in the direction of Matthew, who stopped it awkardly, and looked back at the Coach who tossed two more balls in.

Easily kicking it to a team mate to his left, Matthew ran down the field trying to get another ball. It brought a smile to my face to see he enjoyed the sport. But something deep in my gut told me to worry that he wasn't on my team.

"Jeremy!" Tyson booted the ball he had over Matthews head to me. Brows furrowing I gave Tyson a confused look, when did he get here?

"Run, Goode!" Devyn yelled at me, running up from behind with his own ball and carrying it down the field. Two boys flanking him as we ran down the field, the ball was kicked, and it shot past the goalie and into the back of the net.

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I watched Matthew closely as he was in net, making sure nobody kicked to balls at him twice.

Coach said it wasn't allowed, but that's how we got most of our goals.

And most of the balls, everybody on my team, maybe except for one or two had a ball. My gut yet again clenched.

Fooling around with the ball as one of my opposing mates tried to get the ball, I kicked it to the closet person that was open. and all of a sudden Devyn yelled charge, and everybody started running to the net Matthew has occupied.

My legs were locked in spot for a second before I finally noticed what they were doing. They were going to ambush him with a bunch of soccer balls.

"Matt! Matthew!" I yelled! Running down the field, watching as the kids closer started kicking the ball at the net. No. At Matthew.

"Matty!" I screamed, finally catching his attention. His eyes lingering on me to long, before a ball collided with his side, then his head. Sending him down.

"What the fuck!" Tyson yelled, as he watched Matt get assaulted with soccer balls.

"Matt!" Running through the crowd that just happened to crowd the net, I stopped in front of Matthew, who had his legs tucked in and arms shielding his head. "Stop it!" I yelled when I barely managed to stop a ball aiming for his head.

"Je... Jeremy?" Knocking a ball away from him, I dropped to his side

"Yah," Grabbing his wrist, I went to pull it away but he stiffened. "They stopped kicking the balls." I whispered, my heart stopping as I saw his face, bloody and red. "Shit." I hissed, "Come on."

"I'm not going near them." He said, his bottom lip quivering, his eyes meeting mine quickly before dropping to the floor in embarrassment,

"What the hell is taking so long with that fag?" Devyn called out, "Can't take a couple soccer balls?"

Growling, I turned around. "A couple balls? You attacked him in net! All of you!" I pointed, "Some team mates you all are." I spat, "Bunch of fucking lost dogs with tails between your legs." I glared at all of them, "If I would say any better, y'all were sleeping together." I snapped.

Wrapping my arms around Matthew tightly, tucking his head into my side I walked off the field. I could hear faintly from the distance coach start to yell and the boys all groan.

Letting out a calming breath, I tried to calm down my erratically beating heart but I couldn't.

"Are you OK?" I asked Matthew, situating him on a bench in the locker room before walking to the mirrors and getting him a roll of toilet paper.

Matthew tore off his slightly bloodied shirt, his hair sticking up in wild directions. "I'll live." He murmured, taking a piece of toilet paper and stuffing it in his bleeding nostril.

"I'm sorry." I sighed, unlocking my lock and frowning

"It's alright. Wasn't you who kicked them."

Takin out my soccer bag, I put it on the bench beside Matthew. "I could have been by the net though." I grumbled, slamming my locker shut. "Get dressed." I ordered grabbing my own clothes and stripping off my practice gear.

Matthew simply replies, "I cant."

"Why n..." I was about to snap, before I noticed him bite down on his lip, "my clothes aren't in here."

"Seriously."

Matthew nodded, moving his head so he could hold it between his hands.

"Take these." Tossing him my sweats and shirt. I redressed in my shorts. "I quit. I mumbled to myself, "I'm done." I continued.

I lost Matthew once already because I decided to be a dick and want to fit it. I fucked up once because of this team. I'm not about to do it again.

"No you wont." Sighing, Matt stood, "It's just clothes."

Scoffing I turned around, "Just clothes?" He nodded "It's not just clothes, Matt. They attacked you with a soccer ball. Balls! Like ten at once."

Rolling his eyes, he folded his arms and stood up, "Im not some weak chick. I can take getting hit by soccer balls."

"If you could of taken it then you wouldn't have cowered in he net." As soon as the words slipped from my mouth I regretted them deeply, watching hurt pass through Matts eyes, I grabbed his wrists. "Wait, I didn't mean that."

"Of course you didn't. I'm sorry I'm that much of a whimp I cower away when I'm getting balls kicked at me." Tears filled his eyes and a couple slipped through the ducts.

Sighing, I grabbed his chin and brought his lips to mine. He was hesitant at first before his hands slowly unclenched, and his lips started to move with mine, our tongues teasing one another, as our chests rubbed together, the feeling of his pert nipples on my own, driving me up the wall.

"No... No..." Pulling away, Matthew gasped for breath, "Not here."

Completely ignoring what he said, I bushed my lips along his nose, "Im sorry." I repeated, "But... You are my boyfriend, and whether you like it or not. Because you are my boyfriend, it is within my zone to protect you." I leaned my forehead against his, "And seeing those balls hit you. Hurt me."

Blushing, Matthew rolled his eyes before stepping away. "Thanks."

"Your welcome. Now, get dressed we have shit to do." I told him, pulling on my shorts, and stuffing everything of mine into my bag, except for my uniform, which I had clutched in my hand.

"Jeremy. Don't do this." Matt groaned, grabbing my soccer jersey from me when we left the locker room. "Soccer is your everything." I shrugged, he was more important right now. "You can't quit. I won't let you!"

Stopping in my tracks on the field, Matt ran straight into my chest, "If they can't except us. They won't except me." I simply told him.

I mean, it was true. I loved soccer, it was my favourite sport since I was little, since my mom left, and I have loved it eve day since. But just because I will do this, doesn't mean I won't play ever again. There are other teams I can join, and my boyfriend and I won't be tormented.

"Jeremy..." Handing him my bag to hold, I kissed his lips quickly before turning away and marching over to coach who looked guilty.

Throwing my uniform on the bench the teams bottles and bags were on, that's where I threw the shorts and shirt.

"I quit."

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Sorry for a shitty upload.i felt as if ere was to much but... Idk ahah, enjoy if you want!