EJ in Love

Connor 

"Edward! Connor! You better not be fighting again!" Coach Bryan's voice broke whatever fog I was in as Edward kissed me. 

My immediate reaction was to push him off me but I did not realise at what strength as he fell to the ground landing firmly on his arse. It was the worst possible moment because Coach had entered just as Edward made impact. My heart fell when I heard the hiss of pain from him and I tried to reach out but Coach was already on my head. 

"And what the hell do you think you're doing?" his loud voice flooded through the locker room. 

Edward's face showed complete humiliation and hurt as his blue eyes looked up to me. His eyes were already bloodshot and by how he had his lips pressed together I knew he wanted to cry. I did not know what to do but just as I was wrapping my head around his action, his face went completely blank as if nothing had ever happened to begin with. 

"I fell," he simply lied as he stood up and dusted his hands. His palms were scrapped from him catching himself but I could tell the hurt I had caused was not only physical. Without saying a word he marched out of the room. 

"If you don't behave Connor, your father's reputation won't be able to help you," Coach warned me, "If you can't be a supportive deputy captain, we would rather not have you be one at all."

Anger simmered below my skin as I simply nodded and walked right past him. Was this Edward's coy? To play a stupid prank on me by kissing me just to throw me off for the game. I was already on thin ice with Coach Bryan because of our arguments and this had just made it ten times worse. 

It was the last thing I needed. 

When I joined our teams line up, Edward was at the front as he wore the captain armband and me behind him. Our player's escorts were excited children who had no idea the mess of the behind the scenes moment. 

He did not even spare me a glance whilst we waited for the other team to arrive. We knew the players fairly well and greeted them before we went out to the pitch. Everything felt like a messy blur throughout the national anthems, the line up and the match. 

We were not playing well. Edward and I being the games main centres felt as uncoordinated as ever. It was the worst we had ever played but we still had a chance to recover. 

"You need to pass the fucking ball," I deadpanned as we got ready for the next throw. There were still thirty five minutes left in the match and it would have not been the first time we had pulled a miracle when it looked like we were a sinking ship. 

"Maybe you should catch the fucking ball," he yelled back. 

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, "Whatever shit happened at the locker rooms should be left there. Maybe you should learn to leave feelings behind. This isn't a fucking therapy session."

"You love to act all high and mighty when you've been getting tackled the entire game. You meant to be my backup, my line of support you're not even fucking behind me most of the time."

My anger flared because we both knew it wasn't true. Our team members stared on as the referee approached. "Don't fucking speak to me like a child," I shoved at Edward's chest. 

His bright eyes instantly turned dark as he shoved me back. Aaron and Henry quickly ran to us to pull us apart but once we had hold of each other's jerseys it was too late. I pushed Edward back harsher, nearly making him take Henry down with him but he was quick on his feet as a fist came flying for my jaw. 

The moment the pain spread through my face, I tackled him down to the ground. I could not even tell how many times he had punched me and how many I, as we wrestled on the floor. The wet grass made us slip against each other. The opposing team even had to step in to pull us apart and it seemed we did more damage to each other than the match could. 

I could taste blood in my mouth and Edward had a busted lip. Coach was yelling from the sidelines and the fans were absolutely losing their minds when the referee pulled up a red card for us both. My heart squeezed and I knew there was no defending it but that meant our team was down by two players and most importantly we were the two designated centres. 

That left our team with only Aaron and Kyle and compared to us they were not as quick, the opposing team could easily dominate. 

I instantly pushed off the other players who were still holding me back and marched off the pitch. Edward was right behind me and as the fans booed I swore I wanted to bash his skull against the wall. 

"Did you have to do that?" He screamed as soon as we entered the locker room. 

"Don't start with me! You've done this all on purpose! You kissed me on purpose, you knew it was going to throw me off. Do you have to be such an immature brat?"

Before I could catch my breath he tackled me onto the floor, his hands pushed my head against the floor and I tried to push him off. I was so close to strangling him when Edward suddenly suspended in the air and kicked out like a small child. 

"I'm taking him away," Edward, his father, practically Edward Senior, held his son by his jersey with one arm. I saw Vasili grabbing their son's kit bag, packing away whatever was in his locker before he walked out without a backward glance. 

"Dad," Edward started but when his father's reprimanding eyes glared at him he pressed his lips together then folded his arms across his chest. Without saying another word he carried his son out as I sat on the floor. 

"Shit," I hit the ground and let out a scream. As if things could not get any worse!