darcy/jake jensen (the losers), soccer game
“Go Daisies! Come on, Susie, knock her on her ah-- on her tush!”
Jensen glared at the petite woman sitting two rows down. She’d been cheering very loudly and obnoxiously against the Petunias for most of two quarters, and even his big mouth wasn’t enough to overpower her. “Go Petunias! Don’t listen to the mean lady, girls, you got this!”
The mouthy brunette turned around and stuck her tongue out at him before spinning around and cheering twice as loud.
Next to him, Cougar smirked, which, for Cougar, was practically a full-on belly laugh. “What? What’s so damn funny?” Cougar shook his head, but didn’t answer.
When the ref blew the whistle for half time, the brunette bounced off the bleachers and rushed over to the Daisies’ bench. Jensen leaned over to Cougar. “You think she’s a mom? She doesn’t look old enough to have a kid that old. Not unless she started really young. But that’s cool, I like kids. You think she’d go out with me? Though I don’t know if I could date someone who roots against the Petunias. Conflict of interest.”
Cougar arched an eyebrow at him.
Jensen held his hands up and shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, don’t look at me like that.”
The whistle for the beginning of the third quarter sounded, and the hot girl was back. For the rest of the game, they traded cheers and insults, getting more and more heated. Finally, when the Daisies scored with a minute left, breaking a tie, Jensen jumped up, screaming, “Come on!”
“What? That was a good goal!”
“That was bullshit,” he retorted, pointing angrily at the ref, who was calling the game, and lining the girls up to shake hands. The rest of the parents and spectators were filing out, pointedly not looking at either of them.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a sore loser. The Petunias are the worst team in the league,” she taunted.
“You shut your mouth,” he warned. “I am not afraid to hit a girl!”
She smirked. “Make. Me.”
“Oh, I’ll make you, all right,” he bounded down the two levels and sat next to her, getting right up in her face. “Take it back.”
“Take it back, really?” She rolled her eyes and licked her really pretty red lips. “I repeat: Make. Me,” she said, slowly enunciating each word.
“I’m Jensen,” he murmured, his gaze entranced by her lips.
She grinned. “Darcy. Now, are you going to make me, or are you going to take me out to dinner first?”
Jensen swallowed. “Yes. Yes, the answer is yes.”
Darcy laughed. “Oh, lordy, you’re going to be fun.”