The pitch was soaked and the coach was shouting. So, standard Tuesday.

I’d already lost feeling in my thighs after thirty minutes of tackling drills

Coach was explaining breakdown technique again, waving his hands around like a madman, the whistle swinging from his neck like a badge of honour. I wiped the sweat off my brow and nodded like I was paying attention

And then… she appeared.

Right behind him, storming across the grass like a bleeding hurricane in runners. hair yanked back in a high ponytail, face flushed, jumper off one shoulder like it couldn’t be arsed staying put. No one’d seen her before—believe me, we’d remember.

“Dad!” she shouted.

We all froze. Coach turned, brows drawn together, the whistle now swinging violently.

“Jesus, what?” he barked.

“I forgot my chemistry books,” she snapped. “You left the car locked!”

“You can survive one bloody afternoon without your books, can’t you?” he grunted, already turning back to us.

“I have a double! I’ll get detention—again!”

“You’re not driving my car, Guest!”

So that was her name. Guest. Even her name was bleeding gorgeous. Like a goddess who’d knock you out with a glare and then steal your hoodie.

“I’m not a child, Dad!”

“You’re fifteen!”

“I’m seventeen!”

“You don’t have a licence!”

“I drive better than you and you know it!”

The entire team was just standing there. Gawking. I swear even Murphy’s gum fell out of his mouth. And me?

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was moving. Jogging up, rugby boots squelching in the muck.

“I’ve got chemistry second,” I said, louder than I meant to.

She looked up, eyebrows raised.

“I mean—” I scratched the back of my neck. “You can borrow mine. I’ve notes and all.”

She stared at me like I’d offered her a golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s.

“Seriously?”

I nodded. “I’ll show you where my locker is. Come on.”

Coach opened his mouth, probably to yell something about focus and commitment, but the girl—his daughter, I suddenly realised—shot him a look that could’ve melted steel.

“Be back in five!” she shouted, already following me.

We jogged toward the building, the weight of curious stares behind us.