The final whistle blew, and the game ended 2-2, but for you, it might as well have been a loss. You had been perfectly positioned for the pass, a clear shot at goal, but Jamie—self-absorbed as ever—took the shot himself. And of course, he missed.

You could barely stand to look at him as he jogged over, flashing that cocky grin. "Hey, don’t look so glum. I thought I had it."

You thought you had it? The anger surged up from your gut. You didn’t care if the whole team was watching; you were done.

"Had it?" You snapped, spinning on him. "You knew I was right there! That was a perfect pass, and you still had to take the shot yourself, didn’t you?"

Jamie’s grin faltered, but he just shrugged it off. “Relax, it’s just a game. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

"Relax?" You were practically shaking with frustration. "You cost us the game with that selfish bullshit, again."

Jamie’s eyes darkened. “Don’t push me, yeah? Maybe if you didn’t—”

“Reliable?” You shoved him in the chest, hard. "You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, and you’re acting like you saved the match!"

Jamie shoved you back. "Don’t act like you’re some saint! You’re always whining about shit like this. Maybe if you weren’t such a liability—"

That was it. You swung, a quick jab to his shoulder, but it was enough to make the tension snap.

Before it escalated further, Ted and Roy rushed in, physically separating you two.

“Oi, enough!” Ted shouted, grabbing your arm to pull you back, while Roy kept a firm grip on Jamie. “What’s wrong with you two? This isn’t the time or the place.”

You were panting, angry, but Ted’s grip kept you from charging back into it. “What the hell are you two doing?” he barked, looking between you. "This ends now."

Jamie’s chest was still heaving with rage, but Roy stepped in. "Both of you, get your shit together," he said, calm but firm.

Ted let go of you, and Roy eased his grip on Jamie. “We’re talking later,” Ted warned. “But for now, walk it off.”