— ❝i don't know anything.❞

            The girls weren't a fan of it, but Annie's continuous shouts and the fact that she was running already made them run after her. "Oh, my asthma." PJ complained.

            "You don't have asthma."

            "I feel like I have asthma now!"

            The first players getting attacked were the ones holding Jeff by his throat. PJ kicked him in his chest, sending him flying back. Simultaneously, Josie hooked her arms under Jeff's armpits, dragging him away from the field.

            "PJ! Cover the sprinklers!" Josie commanded.

            PJ sat down. She covered the sprinklers with her hands. "I got it."

            The girls thought they had done it. But they hadn't thought of the other ten players. There are eleven players in one team, after all. Slowly, PJ stood up and turned around. She looked back, raising her eyebrows when Isabel, Brittany and Stella–Rebecca joined them.

The front player took off his helmet. He screamed, lunging forward. PJ and the rest also screamed and lunged forward. Josie ran as fast as she could to take Jeff off of the field.

Estelle collided with one of the players to the right. He attempted to swing his fist across her face. Estelle dodged away from his hand. She was breathing rather intensely, feeling very watched by the crowd. This was going to end in a slaughter, she knew it, but she didn't want to kill anybody, not even a Huntington player.

            She struck her fist onto the player's nose. He fell back, but not for long. This guy was easily one of the tallest, broadest members of the team. He was a full (and maybe even an extra half) foot taller than Estelle, but she stood her ground.

              The player punched Estelle in her stomach, which made her fall forward, clinging onto his jersey. He continued to punch her stomach. Finally, after taking a few blows, Estelle managed to set herself free from the man's grip by stomping on his foot. She kicked him in his side. When be bent forward, she bored her fist upwards into his nose.

He fell back into the grass, but was quick to get up again. He was like an inflatable dummy, or something; always getting back up. Instead of punching her, the player grabbed ahold of Estelle's arm, twisting it as far as he could. Estelle heard a crack. She wanted to scream in pain, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

With her still usable arm, she punched him again. He didn't take it as lighthearted anymore. Grabbing Estelle's shirt with both hands, he smashed her on the ground. The player himself straddled her, his hands forming around her throat. He was choking her. She tried looking around. All she could see was girls and players busy with their own fights. Was she going to die here?

Then someone smashed his head in with a helmet. For a minute Estelle couldn't see who it was during to the coughing. The person helped her upright. Logan. He smiled despite all the bloodshed. Estelle spit out some saliva mixed with blood. The taste of blood was consuming her. She held her arm. It hurt even moving it.

"Go away! I could've done that myself!" Estelle scrambled to get her words together.

            From afar, Estelle saw that everyone else was done as well. Hazel came standing next to Estelle. Logan had some feelings about that. "I'm sorry, can we have a private conversation?"

            Hazel started walking away, but Estelle grabbed her hand. "No," She said, facing Logan again. "Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my girlfriend. But I'd rather you just go away. All the way over there." She pointed towards the other Viking players, on the other side of the field.

            "Girlfriend?" Logan raised his eyebrows. O— Oh, that's— that is—" He cleared his throat. "Nice."

"What? You thought I was into you, because you're into me?" Estelle asked innocently. "It doesn't work like that."

If there could've been steam pumping out of Logan's ears, there would have been. His face remained mostly the same. Estelle saw in his eyes, though, that he was angry. He took a step forward regardless. Estelle was quick to punch him in the nose. He whined and held his nose, blood spilling out of his hands. She laughed, waving him goodbye. Logan stomped off. Estelle turned around to throw her arm around Hazel's shoulders, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Are you okay?" She asked her. Estelle nodded. Sure, her body hurt from being punched, and her throat felt like it was on fire. Her voice was raspy, and she could be glad there was even any sound coming out. Not to mention the fact that her arm was most likely broken. That all didn't matter.

            They joined the rest of the group when suddenly everyone's expression turned scared. "Hazel! Hazel!" They started shouting. She turned around to see a Huntington player walking towards her. The player himself turned around again towards a sound. Josie stood behind him. She kicked him in his face and the player fell down at once. He was probably dead. Everyone was now covered in his blood, which had shot everywhere.

            They became painfully aware of the crowd's eyes on them. Each and every member of the club turned towards the crowd in silence. The Huntington team lied around them, not moving.

            The sprinklers turned on. The colour of the water looked a little too orange to be just water. Tim realised this too and tasted it. "It's pineapple juice!" He yelled. "It's pineapple juice! Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off! Please, just turn it off!"

            Someone ran to the tap to turn off the water. When it stopped sprinkling, Tim stood up, facing the group. He started clapping, an astonished look on his face. "Yes! Yes, this is the Viking way! Yes, thank you! Thank you! You did it. You fucking saved me," He started crying. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." The crowd joined in on the clapping.

            The girls weren't sure of what to do. Some waved, some smiled, some joined in on the clapping. They cheered, hugging each other, telling stories of their killings. In a hug, Estelle could see a man coming their way. She squinted her eyes, trying to see who it was. Her eyes widened when she did.

            Dad.

            He was here. On the field. He took a step towards Estelle, but she took sn even bigger step back. "Hey, Stella." He said, trying to sound sincere.

            "Dad." Estelle did not sound sincere.

            "I'm so proud of you," He smiled. "You saved Jeff. You saved everyone," He took another step forward, embracing her in a hug. "My daughter."

            This felt wrong. Estelle pushed him off of her. Tears formed in her eyes. "So now I'm your daughter? Am I only your daughter when I've 'saved' your son?"

            "What? No. Don't be silly. You've always been my daughter," He shook his head. "We've all had a hard time ever since your mother died and—"

            "No, you don't get to use her as an excuse," Estelle was raging. She was finally going to tell him how she felt. "I've spent my whole life, trying to do right by you, and you've never given me credit for anything. It was always Jeff this, Jeff that, bla, bla, bla, bla. Well, get this, Dad, I don't care anymore. About you, about Jeff, about football, about anything. I've saved money, and I'm renting my own apartment, away from you."

              "I—" That was all he could respond. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but there were no sounds coming out of his mouth.

            Estelle started walking away. "And tell Jeff to get off my girlfriend's mom's back!" Literally.

            She felt relieved of a heavy burden she'd carried for far too long. Estelle was genuinely happy with everything for the first time in her life. That feeling quadrupled when she saw Hazel sitting on the field. She hugged her from behind. Hazel immediately embraced her. From afar the bomb finally went off. The fire Hazel Callahan had lit.

            The fire in Estelle Morrigan's heart was ten times more passionate than some silly little bomb. That was Hazel Callahan's best work.

Author's Note
AAAAND THATS A WRAP

i want to thank every single one of you for supporting this fic so much. i could never thank you enough. i tried to give estelle some peace with both her male problems (logan and her dad) and i feel like weve done that. she can finally live her happy gay life with her gf and im so happy for her. if you think her renting an apartment isnt realistic shut up. this entire movie isnt realistic