(the possible beginning of my patater enemies to friends to lovers fic)
Kent’s played against the Falconers millions of times before, but this time it feels personal.
This time, Jack is on their team and he chose them over Kent and it still hurts to think about that and, this time, Kent gets a bit carried away.
He makes a few unnecessary hits and a few more that are undeniably dirty and it’s not even his job to hit people, but he does it anyways. It doesn’t make him feel better, but it feels like he’d proving a point, and that’s something, at least.
Eventually, Jack scores a goal and Kent actually feels proud, and he doesn’t know what to do with that, so he pushes it down and keeps playing.
He knows that he’s not at his best, and his team knows it too, and Kent hates it and, more than anything, he doesn’t want to lose.
Of course, storming the Falconers’ net is a whole new level of stupid, and he knows that too.
Blue and Henry ask Gansey to aglionby prom with an incredibly obnoxious sign that they made together at 300 fox way. it’s covered it glitter and scraps of fabric and pictures of Madonna (@henry) and says something like “don’t be a dick go to prom with us” or “we need some dick on prom night” or “fist prom, then Venezuela” they ask him in the middle of the aglionby quad one day as school gets out. blue is standing on a table with the sign. Henry has a bullhorn. gansey is touched.
“So this is what alcohol tastes like?” Lucy asked, her words a little slurred considering that this wasn’t her first drink. “I tried one of those fruity things first and it was a lot nicer than this but the guy told me that wasn’t real alcohol. I’m not even sure what this one is but I know it’s really gross.” Despite her words and pained expression, she continued to drink.