Becky watched Rob get the boys to do some stretching exercises. She recognised most of them as coming from Linc's physio sheet. Linc had scolded her for not thanking Rob or talking to him yesterday. She'd made up an excuse of having a sore throat. He seemed to buy it but she couldn't get him to shut up about how great Rob was. She chuckled. The kid had a crush. She just hoped it wasn't contagious.

"What are you laughing at?"

Becky looked down to see Trin climbing up the grandstand. "Just something funny that happened in Chemistry today."

"What was it?" Trin flopped on the bench below Becky and looked back at her.

Shit. What to say? "Stupid Felix Trimp mixed the wrong chemicals together and it poofed in his face. He just about shit himself. It was so funny." Becky laughed again. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd come and have a look at Mr. Smalldick." She twinkled her eyebrows. "You do know I don't believe you, don't you?"

Becky put her finger to her lips and cocked her head in the direction of where Lizzy was sitting three runs down. She wondered if she should tell Trin what she'd seen. Thought better of it. It'd be her secret to keep for a while.

Trin shrugged. "Don't care." She grinned. "He won't look there again when I'm done with him." She laughed. "So... like I said I don't believe you."

"Believe what you like." Becky shrugged and pushed her bottom lip out.

Trin leaned forward, peered across the field to where Rob was training the boys, and said loudly. "I don't believe someone that hot could possibly have a small dick."

Lizzy looked over her shoulder and frowned up at Trin and Becky.

"Hey, Lizzy." Trin smiled and gave her a kiddie wave. "What do you think? It can't be true can it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Trin." Lizzy turned up her nose and faced the front.

Trin crossed her eyes and poked out her tongue behind Lizzy's back. Becky giggled and kept her eyes on Lizzy. Knowing what she knew, Becky wanted to see how Lizzy reacted to Trin's teasing.

"Rob Jarvis," Trin said. "Maybe you'd know the truth?"

Lizzy sighed and rolled her eyes as she looked back at Trin. "Truth about what?"

"If he's got a small dick." Trin struggled to keep a straight face. "Becky reckons he has."

"Well," Lizzy huffed. "Becky would be the girl to know." She turned to the front again and folded her arms.

"So you haven't done it with him?"

Lizzy looked over at them again. "All I know is, he has really big hands and fingers." She gave them a smirk. "Isn't that supposed to be an indication?" The look of an impish devil changed Lizzy's features as she added, "I'm sure a girl could get to like the feel of them."

Trin gasped and burst into laughter. "Lizzy!"

Becky sat shocked. Had he really gone that far with Lizzy? Maybe she'd given Rob a head job too. After all, they did go to the party together and he did have his arms around her. Is that why he had called her Lizzy?

Becky caught Lizzy peering at her. She laughed. Lizzy was probably a bigger slut than she was but her cute looks had everyone thinking she was Miss Innocent. "You two are so full of shit," Becky scoffed. "If an ugly guy like Jackson Solter, who has small hands, can have a big dick, why can't a hot guy with big hands have a small one?"

"So you do think he's hot?" Trin beamed at her. Lizzy stared.

"I've never said he wasn't." Becky shrugged. "He's just a jerk who I don't have time for." She laughed again and waved her words away. "Been there. Done that."

"Well you won't care if I go there too." Trin chuckled and pointed at Becky. "Because I'm sure you're lying to me." She laughed some more and turned to Lizzy. "What about you Liz? Do you care if I do some research?"

Lizzy giggled and jiggled her eyebrows. "Not if you tell me the results."

They all burst into laughter. Becky watched Lizzy carefully. She played the dumb and pure act very well. If she had given Rob a blowjob before the party, she'd know Becky was lying. They were laughing hysterically when Linc called out from the gate.

The three of them looked up to see Rob at the bottom of the grandstand packing up his gear. They exchanged glances and smirked. Lizzy moved off to meet Jake.

"Hey, Linc." Trin waved and headed down the treads. "Hi, Rob." She took him by the arm. "Do you want to be a teacher when you finish school?"

Becky bit her lip and watched Rob smile at Trin. He shook his head and laughed as he said, "How's it going, Trin?" He slipped his arm out of her hold. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh... I thought I'd come and check out your training techniques. Becky can't shut up about how good you are at it and from what I just saw I think she's right."

No... Becky growled to herself. Shut up Trin. Why was she saying that? Now he'd think she talked about him in a nice way? What the hell? What was Trin playing at? She wanted to kill her.

Rob cocked his head and was sure Becky wouldn't have said any such thing. He glanced up at her. Yep. The look on her face told the true story. He laughed and looked back at Trin. "Wow. Thanks, Trin. I knew Becky had a crush on me. Maybe I'll get to fu..." He shut his mouth. Not the place. He looked back up at Becky. Oh yeah definitely not the right place or thing to say.

Linc gasped and beamed up at his sister. "Becky do you have a crush on Rob?"

Oh... god. Could this get any worse? Becky put on a sweet face. "No, Linc. He's talking about Becky Hamilton." She climbed down the grandstand and picked up Linc's bag. "Come on. We have to get home." Becky stormed past them.

"Ugh! Really, Rob?" Linc stared up at him wide eyed. "Becky Hamilton has a crush on you?"

Rob had no idea who Becky Hamilton was. He looked at Trin for help. She was clutching her mouth with her hand trying to control her laughter. He shrugged. Linc was waiting for an answer. Becky was nowhere in sight. "Yeah, mate."

"No way! Poor... you." Linc trotted after his sister.

Rob looked down at Trin for some answers. "Who the fuck is Becky Hamilton?"

"She lives down the road from Becky and looks like a shrivelled up banana with no front teeth. And she has three bratty kids to three different fathers all under the age of four." Trin laughed as she shook her head. "She looks like she's fifty but she's only twenty and drinks like a fish. You could be the father of her next child if you want."

Rob rolled his eyes and threw his bag over his shoulder. "Yep. Can't wait."

Trin followed him to the gate. "Could you give me a lift home?"

"Where do you live because I have to get to work?"

"Where do you work?"

"Bunnings." Rob threw his hockey gear in the boot. He pulled off his shirt and grabbed his work shirt from another bag. He looked up to find Trin leaning on the car looking at him with a grin on her face. Rob chuckled as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his clean shirt. "What?"

"Nice... very... nice..." Trin smirked as she nodded her head. "You don't have to put that on if you don't want to."

Rob shook his head at her as pulled the shirt over his head. "So where do you live because I gotta get going."

"I'm just in Geaney street not far from Bunnings." She pouted. "You are such a spoil sport."

"Come on. Get in." Rob grabbed his work shoes and shut the boot.

"How long have you been at Bunnings?" Trin grinned across at him as she shut her door.

"This one. Two weeks." Rob looked over his right shoulder and pulled out into the traffic. "Altogether. Two years."

"Becky never told me you worked there. Do you work with her?"

Rob glanced at Trin. She had one leg tucked under the other so her school skirt puckered up. He sucked in a breath. What was it with these girls? "No. I don't work with her. I'm in paint and she's on the checkouts."

"Is it true you made her cry?" Trin twisted in her seat to face him. He glanced at her again. She smiled. Yep. He'd looked at her thigh.

"Yeah. I made her cry." Rob put his blinker on and looked in his side mirror. He wasn't going to lie just wasn't going to say how he made her cry.

"So why is she saying you've got a small wee wee?" Trin giggled and wriggled her pinkie.

Rob glanced at her again, smiled and shrugged. "Maybe it is small compared to the rest of the guys she's been with."

"Mm...maybe. But I don't believe that." Trin reached over and put her hand on his leg.

Rob jerked. "What the fuck, Trin. I'm driving."

"Do you want to hook up with me, Rob?" She tilted her head and smiled at him. "I've been hinting for ages and you keep ignoring me so I'm asking you straight up."

Rob looked at the clock and pulled the car over. "Trin. You're not a bad chick but I'm not after a girlfriend."

"Who said anything about being your girlfriend? I just asked you if you want to hook up. You did it with Becky. Why not me? I promise I won't cry." She grinned and cocked her head.

"I was drunk. Wouldn't have happened if I was sober."

"So it's true that you couldn't get it up?" Trin gave him a curious expression and added, "Most guys can't when they're drunk."

"Trin. I'm not talking to you about this. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. I'm not the type of guy to big mouth about this kind of shit." He was getting annoyed so pulled out into the traffic again.

"But you've already said you made Becky cry."

"Jesus, Trin. What do you want me to say after she's told everyone I couldn't get it up and I've got a small dick?" He sighed. "I should have kept my mouth shut and let her say whatever the hell she liked."

"Okay, sorry." Trin smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "Back to my question. Do you want to hook up with me?"

"Which one's your street?"

"This one." Trin folded her arms and huffed. "So you're going to ignore my question."

Rob glanced at her. "Which one's your house?"

"This one." Trin pointed. "Are you going to answer me?"

"What was your question again?" Rob pulled the car over and smirked at her.

"Do you want to hook up with me?"

"Not today." Rob grinned. "Gotta get to work."

Trin leaned over and kissed him. She hooked her arms around his neck as he returned her kiss.

"Get out of my car, Trin," Rob murmured against her lips as he untangled her arms. "I have to get to work."

"When wil..?"

He put his fingers on her mouth and laughed. "Get out of the car, Trin."

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