Red Card

(1)We would like to feel the ball...

~Red Card~

"You keep shaking that ass, Strawberry, and I'll win every game just for you!"

Dropping her arms to her side, Isabelle stopped with cheer to turn around and face the male she knew was standing on the soccer pitch behind her. That voice was one that everyone knew. He was the star of the team and a bit of an asshole.

"Walker. I should have known that a lowlife like you would be harassing people. Go and kick a ball around. We're working here and don't call me that."

Whistling lowly, Jax took a step closer to one of the cheerleaders for his team. She was dismissive and hot as fuck.

"Don't be that way, baby. You've seen how good I am with a soccer ball. Imagine what I could do with you."

Scoffing, Isabelle turned away from the idiot to put him behind her. She had more important things to be doing.

"I wouldn't let you touch me with a ten foot pole."

A challenge was something that Jax enjoyed, but this girl was bordering on being a bitch. And that was something he hated.

"And why is that?"

Looking over her shoulder, Isabelle gave a half shrug.

"Because you're a show off and a player, and I'm not talking about soccer. You play a team sport but most of the time you seem to forget that there is a team. You don't do well with others, so I know for a fact that you won't do well with me."

Jax didn't have a chance to respond as Isabelle was called away with the other cheerleaders to head into their locker room. Even if he could have said something, he wasn't entirely certain as to what he would have said. He was the star of the team. They won a lot of games because he knew what he was doing out on the pitch. So what if he didn't pass the ball as much as he could have? They still won more often than not.

Shaking his head, Jax moved back towards the locker rooms where his teammates were showering. He could go after other girls that would be easier to get into bed with him, but something about Isabelle made him want to take on her challenge and win. He would have her.

Pulled out of his thoughts by the loudness of his teammates, Jax turned to one of the few that he could actually stand.

"Hey Evans, do you think I'm a ball hog?"

Brandon, who had been joking around with a few of the others and whipping them with his towel, stopped laughing to turn to Jax. It was clear that the other male wasn't being his usual cocky self. Something was making Jax really think about what he was asking. So Brandon knew that he was going to have to be honest with his response.

"Well, yeah. There are plenty of times when you could pass the ball and let someone else score, but you do it yourself. I mean, we still win most of the time so not everyone is put out by it, but some of us would like to get to feel the ball at least once a game. That and there have been a few times that we could have won and didn't."

Jax hummed in response and moved to his bag and locker to start getting his things ready for his shower. He'd never really thought about the other members of his team before.

He'd worked hard to be good at the sport that he now played. He had led more teams to championships that anyone else. He was a star, but Isabelle hadn't been wrong. This was still a team sport. And for the first time, Jax realized that it was a team.

A bit nervous now that the other male was scoffing at him and making some sort of comment to belittle his opinion, Brandon rubbed a hand on the back of his head.