EJ in Love

Connor 

"Your boy just arrived," Ted roughly clasped his hand on my shoulder, nearly knocking me off the bench as I put on my cleats. His red hair was already a mess before we could climb onto the pitch and skin sunburned even though we mostly had night games this past season. 

I pushed his hand off me with a growl before I continued tying my shoelaces, "If you call him my boy again I swear Ted."

He waved his hand dismissively as if fanning away a fart as he chuckled, "Your reaction to him is always too funny. Excuse us for finding joy in your pain."

"Andy!" Coach Reynolds loudly called as he entered the locker room. He was everything you thought a coach would be. He was a legend in rugby, had won us a world cup when he used to play and that put him in the hall of fame. 

Despite him being in his fifties now, he was still a giant, always dressed in tracksuits, a whistle we were pretty sure he slept with around his neck and that constant unimpressed face that was so hard to get rid of. His choppy blonde hair was covered by a cap whilst he held his clipboard. 

We had spent the past few hours warming up whilst the whole morning was dedicated to ironing out our game plan strategy for tonight's game. 

"Andy!" he yelled again, pulling me out of my thoughts. He was the only person who called me Andy due to my middle name being Leandre. He had been coaching me since I was a boy therefore if there was one person I allowed to call me that, it would always be him. 

"Coach," I stood up and walked to him. 

He handed me my captain arm band which I slipped on before he eyed me up and down, "I don't want any funny business between you and Eddie's boy tonight. I don't know what's going on but I don't care. We can't risk you getting carded in the middle of the match."

"Maybe you should tell him that," I frowned. 

"Oh trust me I won't be wanting to tickle your gigantic double D tits anytime soon, mate," and just like that my ears started to bleed as I heard the most obnoxious voice I had ever had the misfortune of hearing. 

Walking behind Coach with a team of bodyguards behind him was the very demon I had been so unfortunate to have follow me around. Everything about him irritated me to here to the pits of hell. 

Even his partly orange tracksuit that belonged to his club could not sit straight on his body. One leg of it was always slightly pulled up to his ankle revealing the palest skin I had ever seen. He looked like glass that most of my suspicions of him not being real must have been true. 

I did not know if they were incapable of making a tracksuit his size, since it always looked like it was ready to burst but then again who at 23 was as big as Edward. Him and I had the same height and build that I believed he took steroids. 

For once a cigarette or a beer was not in his hands yet they were in his pockets with the nonchalant arrogance only he could muster. His platinum blonde; practically white hair, had been recently cut to fall into different wavy layers above his shoulders. A few months ago it used to reach his waist but I guessed he had decided to get a haircut. 

That was mostly my fault, it was not my proudest moment during a match where I pulled him back by his ridiculously long french braid. Yet to my defense who played rugby with hair that long. It was like you were begging for it to be pulled on. 

His face was as smooth as porcelain and not once had I ever seen him with a flaw. His darker eyebrows were perfectly groomed making his long eyelashes add a softer touch to his electric blue eyes. I hardly believed they were real until I met his father Vasili and I had never seen two people who looked so much alike. You would have thought they were twins. 

"Cat got your tongue mate?" he grinned displaying his pearly whites. I knew the front two were fake because he had gotten them knocked out which annoyed me more. People always raved about his match from when he was sixteen and I was sure it made his head ten times bigger. It was also not natural for a man to have lips that crimson and plump. 

He must have gone for fillers. Lottie was always getting them redone and I was confident one day she was going to come home looking like a fish if she tinkered with herself anymore. 

"Don't start with me," I growled. "What the hell do you think you're doing here? You're not allowed on this side."

He rolled his eyes, "Coach invited me. Said we needed to have a little bit of a talk."

I looked at Coach Reynolds who shrugged, "You two have been at each other's throats the whole season. I want you both to agree to play this game fair."

"If the toddler can, so can I," Edward chuckled, nearly making me see red.

"Very well," I straightened my spine, "I will play fair." I did not even bother to hear what more they had to say as I walked back to the rest of the players. 

"You don't look like you're going to play fair," Henry snickered, our team's deputy captain. 

I could still hear Edward and Coach talk which nearly drove me up the wall. Who the hell did he think he was to crack jokes with our coach minutes before the match. He had some nerve that was for sure. 

Eventually he left and we could get on with the business of the day. The pregame jitters were the most intoxicating feeling ever and I had every faith that we would be victorious.