THE TITANS ENDED UP WINNING,

and it left fans from the opposing side absolutely guttered by the loss, especially the players from the team. As the arena emptied out and everybody sped off into the night, with the boys from the Goldie raiding every bar in town whilst the boys from the Broncos all sit somber in their locker room, it left the three girls all alone on the bleachers. Dominique was willing to waste as much time as she needed if it meant she could stay away from her growling. "I don't want to go home tonight." Dom mumbled as she cuddled up to her butchered brunette friend, a pout sitting on her lips as her eyes rested on the still field. "I know babe." Karla answered, thumb rubbing her hand to sooth the shakes. 

Bel rubbed her friends back whilst her other hand balanced her phone, typing away using her thumb. "What's Patrick saying?" Dom asked to avert the attention from herself to her good friend and her... situationship. Bel's mouth tightens into a thin line before her green eyes meet Dom's dark brown ones. "He's...telling me how he needs an outlet tonight. Pat's a bit angry." Karla whoops at the end of her sentence, patting Bel on her back with a cheeky smile on her face. "Get it, Lulu!" Dom also smiles, maybe for the first time ever since the scuffle between the two teams. "Damn, didn't you tell us he's always gentle with you?" Isabella squints at Dom's sentence. "Yeah... which is why I'm nervous. He's always been quite soft with me-"

A calloused hand lands on Bel's shoulder, hushing any further conversation about her exciting sex life. "No need to be telling your girls about what happens in my bed." Patrick basically groaned into the black haired girls ear, making the other 2 friends react immaturely. "Patty, there's people around!" Bel hushes, smacking his shoulder which must've hurt her more than him. The long haired male smiles at the two, sitting down next to their friend and wrapping his beefy arms around her. "Should we get going now?" Bella asks, leaning into his protective touch. "Yeah. Sorry to break your guys little hang out." Patrick jokes as he slings Bel's tote bag onto his shoulder, standing with her hand in his. "But we really should get going." his smile may be innocent but his lustful intentions seep through.

As the couple saunter off into the dark, it leaves Karla and Dominique alone in their own company, still keeping each other warm. As the breeze blows past, heavy footsteps can be heard and it makes the pair of friends turn in perfect synchronization. "Dom." Jordan's gruff voice calls. He's got his headphones in and a frown that doesn't seem to budge, hands stuffed so far in his pockets Dominique reckons he must've had them glued there. "Are we off?" she asks, attempting to sound normal when in reality her whole world is basically shattering inside. Jordan doesn't say anything but walk away, past his light eyed friend who stands there like a lost sheep. "What do you want?" Dom asks without an ounce of remorse, sharing the same frown as her older cousin. 

Reece swallows every little bit of saliva left in his mouth, which seemed to dry up faster than expected. "He umm..." Dom's eyes don't even break eye contact for a split second. She wanted to know why her cousin was choosing to speak to her through the most disliked human in Brisbane (well, to her at least). "He what?" the curly haired girl spat back, leaning forward now with the meanest look in her eye. Karla places a hand on her shoulder, pushing her to calm down. They've all had a hectic day, there was absolutely no need for it to carry on. "Domsie, chill." Karla whispered, shooting a quick smile at Reece. "Did Jordan say to hurry up?" the blonde-brunette asks, stepping between her ballsy friend and Reece. The rugby player only nods with an awkward smile on his lips. "Yeah." is all he mutters, stepping aside to create space for the pair of girls to come down.

The walk to Jordan's black SUV is pin drop silent and extremely awkward, the only noise being the stones under their feet and the soft hum of cars zooming along the motorway. Some of the classroom lights remain on, professors and teacher assistants hanging back to discuss the academic life of students who attended the university. "Karla." Jordan calls out, turning half around to see his cousin's best friend, gaze softening when they make eye contact. "Yeah?" she responds, insides churning. "How you getting back home?" Dominique also turns to look at her friend, curious as to what she had to say. It's sad to even think this but Dom hadn't even considered her friend's mode of transport, let alone at such a time like this. "I'm taking the bus home. It'll only be a 50 minute ride and 20 minute walk." Karla recites, brain scraping what little thought was left. "Did you wanna hop in with me? I'll take you home." Before the brunette-blonde could respond, Dominique interjects. "But Karla's home is like an hour away?"

When the curly haired opens her mouth, everybody notices how Jordan's jaw goes taut. She didn't mean to sound rude or offensive, but to her it didn't make sense when their house was only a 20 minute drive from the University. He'd basically be going back and forth. "You can go home with Reece." the light eyed male only kicks a couple of stones ahead of him, having already known of his best friend's plans since the sheds. "Besides, K and I have some stuff to talk about." The tall male states, eyes raking over his cousin's best friend. As much as Dom wanted to reject the offer, her feet were sore and her body yearned for a long hot shower that could wash away all the queasiness she currently felt. Her eyes slowly wander towards Reece and is taken aback to find that he's already looking at her, or more, observing. "Whatever." she mumbled as she snatched her bag from Jordan's boot, already making her way to Reece's grey prius parked a while away. The curly haired followed suite, waving goodbye to the couple by the car before joining Dom. 

The beginning of the ride starts out awkward and Reece hates every second of it. Even the music in the background couldn't save him and that was usually his only saviour in times like these. "So," the male starts off whilst clearing his throat, eyes glancing over before refocusing on the road. "Are you planning on coming to Brendy's party on Friday?" his question seems to garner a reaction from her but his mood plummets when she only rolls her eyes. "Why would I go to one of your teammates parties? Those are shit anyways." the way Dom folds her arms across her chest is enough to shut him up. What did he think he was doing trying to talk to her anyways. "Oh true. 'Coz I think I remember Karls' saying she was gonna come, and so did your other friend, Bel." he references, thinking back to the short conversation he had with Patty about his current...thing going on and one of her best friends. The girl in the passenger seat thinks it over, mentally going through the list of players who were apart of the Brisbane Broncos. "Maybe I will come then." Dom said with a simple shrug, side eyeing Reece before turning back to her window. 

Those parties—specifically Brendan's—were always talked about for weeks on end. They were known for being crazy, spontaneous and borderline illegal. If her memory proves her right, he hosted a party where at least every player got laid maybe twice in one night each and that same party, cops busted the door down because someone was leaked doing lines on the table. She bit her lip as the thrill ran through her bones, excited for the week to speed past so that Friday could hurry up and happen. Dominique knew it was going to be a night she'd remember but what she didn't know was that something was brewing and she'd be the eye of the storm. 

⊹ 𓈒 ۫ 𝗿𝙚𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝙚𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝙚𝘀 ─ 📝
shush ik this is shit but anyways
i'm still trynna figure out how to
get the two protagonists 2gether
so if you have any ideas, comment
here <3 

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