♥︎Enemies Lust ~ S.coups ff♥︎

Part 8 - A Game

~Monday 10:26am~

You arrived to class a little late, worming through the seats and found your spot. The teacher started and today was presentation day. One by one, everyone went up in their groups and presented. You were confident in your work, but not in your pair. He called your names and you just inhaled, exhaled, and made your way to the front.

Dahyun: "You did well.."

Y/n: "But?"

Dahyun: "You just.. were lacking your usual enthusiasm, i thought you guys were getting along now, how comes it looked do distant"

Y/n: "I'd rather not get too into it, lets just say, he's definitely my number one enemy, always has been and always will be" your words spited as you spotted them from across the hall.

Dahyun: "Alright, easy there tiger" she pulled you away from their sight and you parted ways going to your last lesson,

Physical Education.

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You were mixed for PE, meaning you'd get to compete with Coups, and you craved the taste of victory against him. You changed quickly and were the first one on the pitch, looking around victoriously before you'd even won. Your classmates poured out onto the field, all lugging behind each other, 'him' running out on front, jogging with his typical aroma surrounding him. A fallen angel,

who was now your personal devil.

"Spilt into two teams, captains will get the ball"

Your teacher carelessly instructed you and everyone parted, easily knowing two sides. You walked up to the middle point of the pitch, tensions were thick and the rivalry was raw. Everyone sensed it, everyone including him, he who stared with so much fear in his eyes.

"Y/n, we need to talk about what happ-"

"Save it"

You spared him a fierce glance, bottling any feelings of guilt, leaving your heart on the sidelines, and your brain in the game.

"PLAY"

The whilst blew and you were off. Immediately running faster than ever, dribbling the ball. You passed it and that was the start of an intense game.

"9:9 match point"

The heat rose as the penalty shoot-outs commenced. Coups's team took theirs

Miss

Your team took yours

Miss

Coups's team

Score

Your team

Score

This was it, the deciding point. pressure rose as you stepped up to the attackers position. You went to scale the goal, and noticed a familiar goalie. You didn't want to hurt him, you didn't want to be cruel. But you remembered being ditched in the cafe and you couldn't contain yourself, running up to the ball, kicking it with all your might and in the blink of an eye-