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“Hmm.” I stuff a stick of pepper into my mouth.
“So you’ll come?” Abigail glances at Tally.
“Why are you pushing this?”
“Because you can’t let him win.”
“Win?” I scoff. “I didn’t realise it was a game.” But the second the words leave my lips, I regret them.
Because that’s exactly what it is—what it’s always been.
“You know what I mean,” Abigail adds with a small smile.
“Fine. I’ll go to the game. But I’m not setting foot near the Chapel, so no after-party.”
“Like I’d ever be caught dead at one of those things.” Tally scoffs. “Now, what does one wear to a rugby match?”
Abigail chuckles and I roll my eyes.
Jesus, what am I getting myself into?
* * *
The roar of the crowd is deafening as Elliot tackles a player to the ground, snatching the ball right out from under him.
“He’s… good,” Abigail breathes.
“Something you want to tell me?” I ask over the noise. She blanches, shaking her head.
“N-no. I’m just saying, he’s good.”
“They’re all good, Abs.”
“Abs?” Her eyes grow wide.
“Sorry, that just came out.”
“It’s okay. I’ve never had a nickname before.”
I smile. She’s cute in an endearing, sad kind of way. But I’m grateful for her friendship. Especially since Charli hasn’t been around much since everything happened with Dale.
“Go, go Saints. Run… Yes!” Tally shouts and we both look at her. When she notices us, she drops her hands and frowns.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I smirk. “Nothing at all.”
“It’s invigorating.”
“Invigorating, sure.”
“Oh, piss off.”
“I think we’ve created a monster,” Abigail whispers.
“Who’d have thought it? Tally Darlington, a closet rugby fan.”
The Saints score and the crowd goes wild, Tally shouting and clapping right along with them. The lads descend on my brother, celebrating his try.
