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one hundred and fifty per cent; unfortunately he was clumsy as hell and hadn’t scored a try all season.
But, just before the full-time hooter went, he managed to dodge the larger but slower opposition player and put the ball down on the line.
Reggie leapt in the air with a grin on his face a mile wide as the rest of his team piled on top of him. Marcus and his excited parents ran onto the field, along with about half of Jumbuck Springs.
“Did you see that, Selena?” Mrs D exclaimed, clapping wildly. “What a little ripper that Reggie is! I always knew he had it in him. Jarrod,” she beamed at him, “wasn’t that brilliant?”
Jarrod laughed. “It was bloody awesome,” he agreed. Reggie was a good kid and a real team player. It was fantastic to see him have his moment in the sun.
Reggie was carried from the field on Marcus’s shoulders, followed by the rest of the team. He was beaming when he was finally put down right near the Weston’s blanket.
“I did it, coach,” he said, excitement emphasising his northern accent, looking up at Marcus like he’d hung the fucking moon instead of making him do endless ball catching drills to counteract his clumsiness. Drills that had definitely paid off today.
“You did it, Reggie. I told you you could, didn’t I?” Marcus grinned, ruffling the kid’s hair. “All that hard work paid off. You were a real champ out there today. I’m proud of you.”
Marcus pulled Reggie in for a big, tough-guy chest bump and then the whole team was swamped by people wanting to congratulate them. It was twenty minutes before they were all called back into the middle of the field for the medal ceremony. But Jarrod couldn’t hang around for it. He was due to start work soon.
“I have to go,” he announced.
Selena glanced at him, startled, as Mrs D said, “Oh no, really?”
Jarrod nodded. “My shift starts in half an hour.”
“You work too hard,” Mrs D said, smiling at him, giving Selena’s hand a squeeze before turning her attention to Delia’s fingernails. “That’s very artistic, Connie,” she said, sitting herself down next to mother and daughter.
Jarrod glanced at Selena. No-one else seemed to be paying any attention to them but they weren’t exactly alone either, with people milling around everywhere waiting for the awards ceremony to start. He wanted to ask her to come back to the house with him. She was leaving later, and he wouldn’t be home until eight. Shouldn’t they at least talk about what happened? Even if he didn’t have the words?
He sure as shit didn’t want to do it here in front of everyone.
“So you’re off, then?” she said.
“Yeah. Sorry. Shift work,” he shrugged.
“It’s fine,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Well it was …” She looked around her, obviously not comfortable with their lack of privacy either. Jarrod was pretty sure Mrs D was eavesdropping and possibly also Lacey. “Nice seeing you again.”
He blinked. Nice? Seeing her again had been a lot of things, none of them in the ballpark of nice. “You too,” he said stiffly, because that’s what people said, right?
“And thanks for …” She dropped her gaze to the brittle grass. “The ride last night.”
Jarrod’s breath cut out for a moment before an absurd urge to laugh pushed against his diaphragm. He wasn’t sure if she’d deliberately chosen those words, but it was just one more idiosyncrasy in this bizarre reunion they’d had. “It was my pleasure,” he murmured, unable to suppress a small smile.
She glanced up at him sharply, a frown on her face that quickly melted as her lips briefly quirked up at the side.
“Well anyway … goodbye,” she said, awkward again.
For an awful moment Jarrod thought she was going to stick out her hand. He stepped forward and leaned in, a hand sliding onto her waist as he kissed her on the cheek, lingering a little longer than strictly necessary.
“Goodbye,” he murmured, before dropping his
But, just before the full-time hooter went, he managed to dodge the larger but slower opposition player and put the ball down on the line.
Reggie leapt in the air with a grin on his face a mile wide as the rest of his team piled on top of him. Marcus and his excited parents ran onto the field, along with about half of Jumbuck Springs.
“Did you see that, Selena?” Mrs D exclaimed, clapping wildly. “What a little ripper that Reggie is! I always knew he had it in him. Jarrod,” she beamed at him, “wasn’t that brilliant?”
Jarrod laughed. “It was bloody awesome,” he agreed. Reggie was a good kid and a real team player. It was fantastic to see him have his moment in the sun.
Reggie was carried from the field on Marcus’s shoulders, followed by the rest of the team. He was beaming when he was finally put down right near the Weston’s blanket.
“I did it, coach,” he said, excitement emphasising his northern accent, looking up at Marcus like he’d hung the fucking moon instead of making him do endless ball catching drills to counteract his clumsiness. Drills that had definitely paid off today.
“You did it, Reggie. I told you you could, didn’t I?” Marcus grinned, ruffling the kid’s hair. “All that hard work paid off. You were a real champ out there today. I’m proud of you.”
Marcus pulled Reggie in for a big, tough-guy chest bump and then the whole team was swamped by people wanting to congratulate them. It was twenty minutes before they were all called back into the middle of the field for the medal ceremony. But Jarrod couldn’t hang around for it. He was due to start work soon.
“I have to go,” he announced.
Selena glanced at him, startled, as Mrs D said, “Oh no, really?”
Jarrod nodded. “My shift starts in half an hour.”
“You work too hard,” Mrs D said, smiling at him, giving Selena’s hand a squeeze before turning her attention to Delia’s fingernails. “That’s very artistic, Connie,” she said, sitting herself down next to mother and daughter.
Jarrod glanced at Selena. No-one else seemed to be paying any attention to them but they weren’t exactly alone either, with people milling around everywhere waiting for the awards ceremony to start. He wanted to ask her to come back to the house with him. She was leaving later, and he wouldn’t be home until eight. Shouldn’t they at least talk about what happened? Even if he didn’t have the words?
He sure as shit didn’t want to do it here in front of everyone.
“So you’re off, then?” she said.
“Yeah. Sorry. Shift work,” he shrugged.
“It’s fine,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “Well it was …” She looked around her, obviously not comfortable with their lack of privacy either. Jarrod was pretty sure Mrs D was eavesdropping and possibly also Lacey. “Nice seeing you again.”
He blinked. Nice? Seeing her again had been a lot of things, none of them in the ballpark of nice. “You too,” he said stiffly, because that’s what people said, right?
“And thanks for …” She dropped her gaze to the brittle grass. “The ride last night.”
Jarrod’s breath cut out for a moment before an absurd urge to laugh pushed against his diaphragm. He wasn’t sure if she’d deliberately chosen those words, but it was just one more idiosyncrasy in this bizarre reunion they’d had. “It was my pleasure,” he murmured, unable to suppress a small smile.
She glanced up at him sharply, a frown on her face that quickly melted as her lips briefly quirked up at the side.
“Well anyway … goodbye,” she said, awkward again.
For an awful moment Jarrod thought she was going to stick out her hand. He stepped forward and leaned in, a hand sliding onto her waist as he kissed her on the cheek, lingering a little longer than strictly necessary.
“Goodbye,” he murmured, before dropping his
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