Meeting Liv

“I’m Mark and this is Winter,” he said, giving the short skinny blonde a hug before his girlfriend did the same.

“It’s great to finally meet you both, Daniel’s told me plenty about you two,” she said back to them.

Liv was cute, more than just cute, very attractive to the eye. Therefore it made sense why Daniel gets so nervous about losing her, especially when he doesn’t get much time to be with her.

Wearing her hair in a spectacular bun, on top of her head, Liv’s face was bright and energetic, smiling back at the two of them. Dressed in her school colours of light blue and orange, Mark imagined her clothes being ripped off tonight by his best friend. He tried to shake his mind after having the image of her pussy be railed from behind.

With the new arrangements that he made with Winter, he sure wouldn’t mind bringing her into the action. However, it just seemed too weird considering she was the girlfriend of his best friend. There was no way that they would have any sort of similar type of deal.

“Well should we go in and find a spot?” Daniel then asked them. They both nodded and went inside, Daniel and Liv hand in hand as Mark and Winter did the same.

Finding a seat in the upper seats of the stadium, they were shortly joined by a bunch of other kids from their own college. Many of them even came to say hello and introduce themselves to Liv. That sure wouldn’t have helped Daniel’s nerves at all, still worried he wasn’t good enough for the blonde.

Sitting together, Mark and Winter got to know the girl a little better. She was fairly quiet, reserved maybe. However, they were a cute couple, always seemingly touching each other when they could. Not to mention, she seemed to get along very well with Winter. Something the two boys were hoping to hear as they thought about the future possibilities of all four of them hanging out together.

“Fuck me, can’t stand this fake football,” a voice then said from Mark’s right. It was Macca, the Australian exchange student, plonking himself down on the seat right next to Mark. He was followed by a tall guy with dark hair, partly Asian.

“Yeah whatever man, nobody cares about your rugby obsession or whatever the fuck you watch,” the dark haired guy said. Mark looked past Macca to see who it was. His name was Zac, otherwise known as just ‘Z’. As a former football, Z was kicked off the team before the start of this semester due to **** possession.

Mark watched as both boys took out a couple of flasks from their jacket pockets. Macca opened his up and shook it in front of Mark’s face. “Thirsty mate?” he said.

“Uhh yeah sure,” Mark said, taking the bottle to have a swig. He didn’t actually plan on drinking tonight but when straight **** is offered to you on a silver platter like that, how can you say no?

He lightly coughed as he gave the flask back to Macca. “What even is that? Definitely not vodka.

“Oh uhh don’t even know mate, just stole the strongest bottle of **** I could find from the teachers liquor cabinet the other day,” he told them.

“Quit bitchin’ dude,” Z then told him, “The stronger, the better.”

“Knockers, you too?” Macca then said, stretching the flask out in front of Winter.

“How charming. I think I’m good thanks,” she said, turning to down, knowing she was driving home.

Mark and Winter seemingly found themselves into an awkward position for the rest of the game, they were trapped between two pairs. Daniel and Liv who were all loved up, trying to enjoy the short time they had with each other over the weekend. While on their right, Macca and Z talked absolute garbage all night, taking the mickey out of everything they could.

In terms of the game, the Eagles quickly fell behind early, struggling to find any form of running game. At Half Time, they trailed 0 to 17 and by full time, the Sharks had won by an enormous 52 points.

It was an embarrassing of a loss that you could get against a close rival. Mark thought about the bus trip home, god it would be a quiet ride, the players, the cheerleaders, everyone would be silently depressed. Certainly thankful that he had a lift from Winter tonight.

Suddenly before they were able to exit, fire alarms started to go off within the stadium. “What the fuck is this about,” Macca said, before finishing the last bit of **** from his flask.

Across the speakers, a calm voice echoed around the stadium, “Please could everyone evacuate the stadium calmly, no need to panic. Just following the emergency exits.”

The timing wasn’t great, usually all of the Sharks fans and students would stay inside the stadium to celebrate their players for a little longer. In this situation however, everyone was **** to leave immediately.

Having thousands of people trying to all leave at once made things slow, very slow.