Free FATED by A.S Roberts Page A

penetrated every layer you wore. I had to admit I was so looking forward to watching the match. I hadn’t really been to many games since JJ had died and I acknowledged that maybe it was about time to move on and embrace the game we had always loved together.
    The game got off to a slow start. Bella was screaming her head off next to me, much to the amusement of Nathan, who didn’t seem to be watching the game much. Instead all his interest was on us, well mostly Bella. It always amazed me how men found it so amusing that we actually knew what we were talking about, in the mostly male dominated sport.
    My eyes were on the game though, constantly trying to search out which of the second row Alex could possibly be. It was starting to be a very full on game and the play switched quickly from end to end. One of the forwards stood out to me though and my eyes were constantly pulled back towards the number five. He had to be the broadest one out there and was quite obviously the captain. I kept hearing his extremely deep voice shouting orders and encouragement. He always seemed to get himself into just the right place at the right time.
    I was enjoying myself, but all too soon the game was drawing to a close. In the last few minutes of the second half, number five was hanging on the wing, just waiting for a pass. Once it came he took off, hogging the touch line, it was amazing to watch as this physically huge bloke barrelled his way through the opposition and sprinted towards the try line. He then turned to place the ball directly under the posts with one hand.
    I was up and out of my seat, jumping and clapping. It wasn’t the winning try as Alex’s team lost the game. But in my mind I would replay it time and time again. My core tightened with the unexpected lust I felt for the number five. I watched his team clap him on the back and smiled.
    Nathan had two fingers in his mouth, whistling an ear piercing shrill of a whistle. He punched his left arm into the air and shouted, ‘Yes, way to go Bro.’
    My stomach flipped itself over. Oh God, my hand moved involuntarily up to my open mouth.
    So number five was Alex? I could feel Bella just staring at me; I sure as hell wasn’t going to reward her by looking at her. I knew she would have on a shit eating grin, which quite simply I was refusing to look at.
    The teams made their way to the edge of the pitch. Alex’s team clapped the winners off. I still couldn’t see him properly, because although he was one of the taller guys out there he was wearing a head guard. Oh well, I resigned myself to waiting until they had cleaned themselves up and found their way into the bar area.
    It was so very welcome, walking back into the clubhouse. My face was bright red from the cold wind and had stung slightly as the warm air hit it. I unwound my scarf and removed my coat. I found myself making my way back to our original semi-circular seat and flopped down with a sigh. I glanced around, Bella was up at the bar ordering some drinks and a couple of the famed steak and kidney pies as the fresh air had made us ravenous.
    A smile spread over my lips, she was openly flirting with the barman whilst ordering. Nathan on the other hand had his back to her, as he chatted with some other blokes who had also watched the game. He lifted the bottle up and down from his lips and every now and again shot a quick look at her, pursing his lips tighter together. If he kept on like this there wouldn’t be any room in between them to actually drink the beer.
    Jeez I needed a wee, quickly I shot a look around the bar area, just searching for the door I badly needed. I was fairly sure that I was a windblown mess. Old rugby shirt was one thing, a knotted mess of straw for hair was quite another. I saw the sign on the wall to the right hand side of the bar and made my way towards it, clasping my handbag as though it contained the crown jewels.
    After a quick wee, I took a look at my reflection. Small amount of makeup