"Marco," he said in between breaths, "Lukasz and Julian don't have a ball to use for the drill."
He really wasn't worried about the damn drill at all. He just didn't want to make more if a fool of himself in front of Hanne.
"No, they can find another one on the field," Marco told him, turning sharply so he wouldn't get the ball. "This is considered training, too. Come on, take the ball back!"
"You're just doing this to me because of her."
"Who said I wasn't?"
He sighed deeply. "Marco, let's just get back to the drill."
"I told you, then get it."
So that's what he did. Erik tried so hard to take the ball away, but Marco kept drifting closer to where Hanne was. She was still in the same kneeling position, checking her camera occasionally for the pictures.
The two came so close to her to where they aboslutely had to avoid interrupting her work. But it obviously happened.
Erik was now trying to shove Marco away with his body, constantly trying to get in front of him and behind the ball. But his blonde teammate wouldn't budge. So he grabbed the hem of Marco's shirt and forcibly shoved them both to the side, crashing into Hanne.
And as they crashed down onto her, it caused to her stumble from her kneeling position into the grass. Chest first.
Now did Erik feel like a dumb boy again.
"Schieße," they both muttered as they saw her slowly getting up from the ground.
She said nothing as she stood up and took her Canon camera off from around her neck. Her face was pained with worry as she turned it so the lens was facing her. Then shock took over.
The lens were cracked. Well, worse than cracked. There was a medium-sized hole in the bottom surround by cracks streaking onto every side multiple times.
Oh mijn God, she mouthed.
"Hanne, I am so, so, so, so, so, so sorry," Erik apologized to his love interest who looked horrified at the sight of her cracked camera lens.
"Erik, this was expensive! Do you know much this was? How much to get it repaired?" She ran her hand through her hair. "I can barely even afford to buy another one of these!"
He felt terrible. Both he and Marco felt terrible, but it was Erik that felt the worst because it was his stupid idea to shove the both of them, two men obviously taller and bigger than her, onto Hanne.
"You have another one...?"
"Not one that cost nine hundred and thirty euros."
"There's no glass on the ground?" Marco asked, looking over the ground where she fell.
"No." You couldn't see it, but Hanne was steaming in between anger, shock, and sadness. "I worked so hard to buy this with my own money for two years, and it just gets broken. This was... You known, just, nevermind. I'm going home."
Now Erik really fucked up. Breaking the most expensive thing to your love interest is absolutely not the best way to build up the confidence to ask her to be his girlfriend. That growing confidence has now fallen to rock bottom.
"No, wait!" He stopped her right in her tracks as she started to walk towards the doors. "Hanne, I can fix this. I'll drive you to the nearest repair shop and—"
"Erik, just stop, okay? I-I'm going home. By myself."
He was silently regretting every decision he's made from the very start of when Marco kicked the football out. He shouldn't have chased after him. He shouldn't have started shoving. He shouldn't have fallen onto Hanne.
