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What happens when Skarra reveals his feeling for his rival.. will everything go back to normal or will they go beyond friends...(lmao this is corny)
BRRRR!!
The final whistle blows leaving SupaS and IU at 3-2. "A close call for Invicible!" said the commentator." Shakes last minute butterfly had saved the team leaving them as this year's super league as the winners!'' he added. The loud boisterous supa fans cheering on their winning team, the faint chanting of a well known name ''Shakes. Shakes, Shakes!' almost made the man of the match tear up. As his team carried him to the tunnel he could hear the Invicible manager's thundering complains. He blames everyone for not doing a great job, threatening them almost .Shakes noticed he was mainly shouting at Skarra. The poor guy He has to deal with this bum every single day of his miserable life. As Shakes was changing he could stop worrying about Skarras position. He scoffed. "Why should i be worried about his ass, He chose this for himself." That's what he reminds himself everytime he thinks of him. He never really understands why he thinks of him at all. He has no prior role other than to be a pain in his ass . Shakes teammates noticed the zoned out player wondering why he has been quiet even after just winning the biggest game of the season.
" Zomething botherin' ya" Klaus asked him with concern.
" Its nothing really. Nothing worthy stressing over."
But deep down he is curious what might be going on with Skarra. It's quite unsual
"Well in that case we should be worrying about our victory celebration"exclaimed the blonde buzzed bitch.
The guys had been thinking of things to do in order to celebrate. Klaus suggests going to Germany in the mountains, North shaw brought the idea of going to the beach. El matador mentions about hosting a victory party at his mansion with a classy elegant theme to it.
" How about going to Joe's tonight?". The whole team thought is was a great idea.
"So then its settled, my place tonight and the drinks might be on me this time,"
Everyone was so pumped and excited for that night. As they all head out of their changing rooms. Shakes noticed Skarra pass by with an unusual facial expression. He seemed dead like. As if someone sucked the life out of him. " Wonder what happened earlier" the thought occurred back.
"3-2...that's not a good looking score board" Skarra murmured to himself. As the team headed to the benches they could have only imagined the sickening terrifying threats the coach had prepared. "Vince doesn't look pleased. Not surprising". IU had practically blew up their last chance playing in the league. Their coach started of with intense silent treatment. Dingaans tried to say something but was interuppted by Vince's loud etruptious voice. The coach bursts in aboslute anger it scares the IU players by quite much. His complains were fueled by his recent divorce with his wife.(LMAO DERSERVED) He goes ahead and insults the players making them feel bad until a voice peeped in the team. Skarra tries to stop him fromcomplaining but this made the stuation way worse. Instead of acknowledging the players concern he blatantly scolds the player, putting his stresses onto him and even threating him to be banned off football before the new season even starts. Skarra hated when his coach acting this angry, especially if it was targetted at him. Reminded him of his father. He would also verbally abuse Skarra,making him less confident and less caring. What his father would call " building character" was infact destroying him bit by bit. When he coach finished his fustrated rants he forced everyone to head back to the changing rooms. In there Skarra could feel an uneasy rage forming inside him. He seemed more pissed than usual.
"Its Shakes fault. Always has been" Skarra slams his locker door with a loud thud.
" How could it possibly his fault, he doesn't even play in this team" Dingaan asked trying his best comfort his friend.
"HE ALWAYS MANAGE TO WIN I DON'T FUCKING KNOW HOW DUMBASS." His voice keeps increasing with anger.
He never knew Shakes managed to get under his skin. But its always been like that. Every time they lose. Shakes fault. Every time Vince is angry and puts it on one of the players. Shakes fault. Thats been his mindset ever since they stopped being friends. The only closest person Skarra has ever been with."Have you noticed its always Shakes being mentioned everytime" The motherfucking captain had the audacity to speak."Every single match with them its always Shakes this Shakes that, its ALWAYS HIM."
His teammates start to agree with Dooma. " And if that's always your mindset during matches with the Supa strikas, then im starting to think you are the problem in your dilemma" he continued to add.
Skarra could feel a sharp pain in his chest as he realize his captain might be right. His own enemy is always in his mind, living rent-free everytime. theres no space for any actual important ones.. its all just Shakes. He thinks about the times he complained about him..oh wait..thats all the time. Skarra cannot even dicuss with teammates he just grabs his duffle bag and heads out of the room, just when he comes face to face with Shakes.
"Fantastic .."
"Hey skarra..uh that was a uh good game we had out ther-"
He immediately cuts off his sentences as Skarra walks away towards the exit. Shakes seemed so desperate to talk to him. Although they r enemies it doesn't mean they cant set aside a friendship outta of grassy football fields.
"WAIT SKARRA-" he shouted running after him. SKarra didn't seem to care less about his intentions with him. " What does this dude want?" he mumbled angrily"I just want to get home, shower, drink loads of alcohol and sleep. Thats it." Shakes finally caught up to him before skarra got into his expensive ride." Are you here to flex on ur victorious win or just here to pester me?" Shakes grew a confused look" Why would i do that? Besides I've came here just to check on ya." Skarra seemed more pissed the more Shakes talked ." I'm only here to say hi i guess" shakes mumbled. Skarra sighed and hopped in his car. "Is it something i said?," He says in his head. "Maybe now is not a good time to chat with him.." Shakes waits for the nearest bus heading home but he is still worrying about Skarra.
Inside Skarras car he contemplates his thoughts about Shakes. Ever since they were kids Skarras only source of comfort was Shakes. And shakes source of comfort was skarra. From the disappearance to Shakes's father to Skarras strict household, they've always found comfort with each other. Having the same thoughts, sharing the same dream careers and doing everything together. He never liked hanging out with Spenza though. He hated how Shakes loses his attention from him when ever Spenza is near. It made him seethe with jealousy everytime Spenza was near Shakes." What am i thinking??" he realized he is doing it again.
Thinking of him.
He finally reaches his mansion. The security guard greets him on his way to his house. He never bothered answering him. He just wanted solitude, away from everyone . He goes to the kitchen to grab his favourite (and most expensive ) wine from his wine cellar. Teso la Monja . A real vintage Spain classic. He read the back of the wine were it mentioned having 15% ABV ( quite strong amount of alcohol) Thinking that he could manage a cup or two. He then ascends to his ensuite upstairs preparing to run a bath. He adds bath salts, oils and a whole lot of bubble bath. With his wine glass on the side and some scented candles lit he quickly undressed himself and sunk himself into the bath. The warm water tickled his spine feeling that sensation of relaxation. He turns on his Spotify playlist, the one that helps him think hard. He tries to reflect everything that happened today.
Was it not training properly? Him being stubborn as usual? Shakes? Not feeling well? Shakes....
"Why can't i stop thinking about him? HE IS EVERYWHERE? " he mumbled to himself. All he could think of was his spiky hair, his deep brown eyes, That stupid grin he has on his face that made him look cute. His shirt wrapping his body showing some parts of his muscular physique... "What the actual fuck is wrong with me today." ( no genuienly someone needs to
He stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around himself chugging down the last drop of wine. When he finally settled into bed, the silence of the house hit him all at once. The blankets were warm, but the warmth felt hollow. It only made him aware of how empty the house was, and how there was no one beside him to share it. He held onto his pillows and closed his eyes thinking about the only thing that brings him comfort.
Shakes.