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   Chapter 5 NO.5

The Football Boys By BenRyans Characters: 9130

Updated: 2017-12-21 14:53

I woke up to the sun shining rudely in my face. That same pounding headache was back as I lay in bed withering in pain. I'm never drinking again. But I've already said that more than once. I stretched out and it was only then that I realized Dakota was gone.

I grabbed the phone from my nightstand and punched in his number. Why would he leave so early? He answered on the third ring.

"Hey, when did you leave?"

"A couple hours ago maybe."

"We could've ate or something." I chuckled. He didn't say anything for awhile, and I could only hear him breathing. I waited, wondering what he was thinking.

"Anyway I gotta go, but look.. let's forget about that night okay?"

"Yeah, you're right. I mean it's better that way."

"See you around."

I felt sick and not from the hangover, a sudden feeling of loneliness over came me. I figured we would have talked in depth about that night but who am I kidding. Dakota never wants to talk about anything.

I laid in bed for a while before getting up to shower. I made it as hot as I could stand and hopped in, trying to wash away all the feelings I had at that moment. I didn't want to feel anything except for the steaming hot water against my skin.

"Hey, hun. Where's Kota?" Mom asked without looking at me as soon as I came out of my room.

"He went home a bit early, wasn't feeling too well I guess." I grabbed a bowl and some cereal filling it with milk. I could go for a burger but I'd definitely end up hurling. I sat across from mom at the table and started chowing down.

"So how was your night?" Mom looked up from her from knitting and gasped.

"What!?" I jumped, nearly choked on my cereal.

"What happened to your face!?"


"Luka, you have a bruise on your cheek. What happened?"

"Dakota." I shrugged and continued to eat.

"Don't be silly, he'd never hurt anyone. Now tell me where did you get that?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"I didn't know Dakota was friends with a liar." She got up from the table in a hurry and walked out the front door.

I shook my head in bewilderment, continuing to eat. Some days I find it hard to believe that she's my mother.

On Monday at school a swarm of people were asking me about the big fight that happened at the party in the Platz. People I didn't even recognize. Apparently Gemma told her friends and her friends told, well almost everybody, in their own words what happened at the party which seemed to have involved a gun and a knife.

I knew right away Queenie was the one to blame. She seems like that type of girl. Dakota and I are still friends, no one got stabbed or shot. I'm certain if any of that happened I wouldn't be at school.

"Sorry Luka, I didn't know they'd twist the story like that." Gemma said as we sat on the bleachers at lunch. Dakota was god knows where. He's been ignoring me since that morning he left. I thought things were supposed to go back to normal now that we were pretending nothing happened.

"It's fine. Not like you can help what comes out of Queenies mouth." I took a bite out of my bland sandwich. I'm not a very good cook and apparently neither are the lunch ladies.

"Where's Dakota?"

"No idea."

"Are you guys still friends?"

As if on cue, Dakota came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and felt a sense of comfort after not seeing him for what felt like a long time apart.

"Hey, what's up." He smiled and sat down beside me.

"Did you hear? I was stabbed." I chuckled.

"And I was shot apparently."

"But education comes first." I said sarcastically.


"Gemma!" Queenie came running towards us from across the field in a cheer leading uniform. I rolled my eyes and looked in a different direction, I don't think I can stand looking at her.


"Come. I need you to watch my stuff while I practice." She grinned.

"Alright." Gemma got up from the bleachers and followed behind.

"See you!" Gemma yelled from across the field. I only waved. I thought Gemma was a queen b but I guess I was wrong about that. I've only talked to Queenie once and it's obvious what kind of person she is. Every school has someone like her. She pretends to be nice but the more you get to know her the more you realize she's just another fake, following the crowd.

"I barely know her and I already hate her." Dakota laughed.

"Look, I know we said we'd forget about it but-" He cut me off mid sentence.

"Not here." He shook his head.


Why do I keep bringing it up? I want to forget but I

keep talking about it like some sort of word vomit. I knew I wasn't supposed to but it just came out anyway. We continued to eat in silence, pretending that everything was fine. Forgetting that night and the night before.

As the last bell rang I headed to the gym to get ready for practice. It's our first game in a couple of weeks and I want to be ready. I want to be good.

I grabbed my uniform from my duffel bag and began to change with everyone else.

"Alright listen up. We're playing against those no good son of a bi-"

"Coach." Alex interrupted before he could finish that sentence.

"Right sorry. Anyway we're playing against the panthers soon so I want you boys to work hard today, everyday, got it?"

"Yes coach."


Practice lasted longer today and by the end of it I was drenched in sweat and pain. I practically threw myself on the bleachers from how exhausted I was. I grabbed my water bottle and downed half of it. Dakota continued to practice despite it being over.

"He's crazy." Alex said out of breath as he planted himself beside me.

"Agreed." I nodded. I sat on the bleachers and waited for Dakota to finish up so we could walk home together, as usual. I gazed at him from afar, admiring how driven he was. He's always been like that. Always bettering himself. Maybe if I was more like him my mom would praise me for once. While I was waiting I noticed Queenie in the corner of my eye walking towards me, her bright ginger hair, catching my attention.

"Hey Luka."

"Hi." I said curtly. She's the type of girl you don't want to get associated with, that much I know. She's the last person I want to see right now.

"So since I'm a cheerleader and you're a football player I was thinking we should go to the dance together." She smiled at me.

"What dance?"

"It's on the night of the panther game." She put her hand on my shoulder.

"No thanks Queenie." I stood and grabbed my bag and helmet. I walked over to Dakota who oddly enough was already looking in my direction. Queenie scoffed and walked away with her arms crossed.

"Lets go."


"Was that the girl from earlier?" Dakota asked as we were leaving the school grounds.

"Yeah, she's something."

"She's kind of hot." He chuckled.

It started drizzling as we got closer to my house, that smell that only comes when it rains filled my nose. My hair was already drenched from the sweat so the rain didn't bother me. I didn't want to go home or leave without talking more about the kiss, in fear that he'd continue to avoid me.

"I'm sorry about ignoring you all weekend. I didn't know what to say about, well anything." Dakota said. I kept quiet but nodded as we reached my house.

"I wanted to forget and things to be normal but I didn't know how to do that."

"What are you saying?" I asked him, feeling somewhat hopeful.

"Nothing, I just want to stay friends." He looked away from me for a moment before returning his gaze to me.

"I-I don't want to ruin what's between us." I felt somewhat disappointed at those words. Why? Maybe you can tell me.

"Me either."

"Can I come over?" He looked at me before I walked into the house.

"As long as you come in through the window." I chuckled.

I walked towards my bedroom window that Dakota was standing outside of, waiting for me to let him in. The rain was coming down harder than earlier.

"Why do I have to go through the window again?" He asked as he climbed in.

"You know why."

"Right." He grinned. I took off my soaking jersey and tossed it into the hamper that was in the corner of my room along with my gear.

"Don't be stupid, you know I have extra clothes for you." I said to Dakota who was standing in the corner of my room, still dripping wet from the rain.

He began to strip as I walked to my dresser to get us clean dry clothes. At this point I was only wearing my undies which were a bit damp but I couldn't be bothered to change out of them.

As I was digging through my drawers, Dakota came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I grinned to myself.

"What are you doing?" I turned around and shoved the fresh pair of clothes in his face, putting some distance between us.

"Just having fun, you know. Best friend stuff." He smirked and grabbed the clothes.

"Right." I nudged him and finished changing.

"So Mario Kart today?" Dakota asked me as we sat down on my bed.

"Obviously." Everything was going back to normal, for the most part.

A/N points if you know where "word vomit" comes from.

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