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The Football Boys By BenRyans Characters: 11132

Updated: 2018-01-13 03:48


"Quitting the team?"

Gemma only shrugged as I was unable to come to terms with what she'd just told me. I didn't understand, just last night Dakota mentioned that the scout had offered him a spot and now he was ready to throw it all away? It was his dream just as much as it was mine.

As much as I wanted to confront Dakota about it, I couldn't, more so I didn't know what to say to him. It was at the back of my mind all morning but I couldn't bring myself to do it, part of me felt embarrassed to talk to him, I was the one who pushed him away, and the other part couldn't be bothered with him.

"I just can't believe it." Gemma said for what felt like the millionth time as we sat on the bleachers during lunch. Unlike every other day, it wasn't sunny out. Instead it was dark and cloudy, no sign of the sun what so ever. I decided to buy today's canteen special, sloppy joes but regretted my decision. It looked like it would run away if I tried to pick it up, so I left it untouched.

"Believe it." Jane said, picking up her book as she wriggled her brows.

"Luka, you have to do something." Gemma said as she turned to me, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Why me?"

"He'll listen to you."

"No, he won't." I scoffed. Dakota would never listen to me, not even when we were friends. He'd do the complete opposite to whatever it is I'd say.

"He still likes you, idiot. So push aside your pride and just talk to him already." Jane said, rolling her eyes from behind the book she was reading.

That afternoon was a blur. I couldn't focus on anything during class because I had been mulling over the thought of having to talk to Dakota and what it was that I should say to him. Dakota, don't quit because the team sucks without you? No.

I sighed, slumping my shoulders as I shoved my text books into my locker, I slammed it shut before grabbing my black duffel bag, silently wanting to repeatedly slam my hand into it as well.

"Listen up, ladies. Next game, we're going out of town and into the big city. But that don't mean you can run wild like a buncha' headless chickens, alright? Now get to practice." Coach blew his whistle. It wasn't long after that he motioned for me to come to him. What is he going to say this time? It had been awhile since coach mentioned his conspiracy theories to the team.

"I heard you been scouted." He said in whisper.

"Yes, coach."

"Did anything seem.. off about him?" He said, his eyes darting back and forth behind me as if on the look out for something.

"N-no, coach." I said with an arched brow.

"Alright." He said and patted my back, sending me off. I walked onto the field, feeling like I had just taken a trip into crazy town. Coach always surprised me with the words that came out of his mouth.

"What was that all about?" Michael asked, walking up to me.

"You don't want to know." I chuckled before starting the assigned drills. Practice went by slow and I was finding myself stealing glances at Dakota for almost the entire duration. Sometimes it looked like he was too but I think that was only what I wanted to imagine. I sat down on the bleachers, sore and tired from today's drills as I tried to catch my breath.

"Want to come over?" Michael asked me as we finished up practice. I downed a mouthful of water before answering, quenching my th

ointing my thumb to door. He nodded.

"Mom, this is my friend."

"Hi Mrs.De Angelis."

"Well, nice to meet you Michael. Will you be joining us for dinner?" She smiled widely, the way she used to whenever Dakota would come over and it made me nervous.

"Sure, that'd be great."

It was just the three of us, as we sat at the dinner table. My dad was absent but that wasn't anything new. I was actually thankful he wasn't here, even though we were all seemingly civil with each other, I didn't trust it to last much longer.

"So Michael, where are you from?" Mom asked, cutting into her pork chop.

"The city." Michael said after swallowing, turning to look at her.

"Oh, that's great! I've always wanted to move to the city."

"It's nothing special really, besides I like it here better."

"Well I'm glad to hear. So what does your father do Michael?"

"He's retired but he was a football coach back home."

"How exciting! I remember now, yes. I seen you both at the football game."

"Yeah, it's how I met Luka." He said before turning to me to smile, making me smile in return.

After dinner, Michael and I sat in my room playing video games on the Nintendo, getting my ass kicked as usual on Mario Kart.

"Dude, you suck." He chuckled as we finished another race.

"I know but it's fun." I said with a smile and a shrug.

"So how was it with the scout? I never had time to ask."

"It's was great. I'm really grateful for the offer and I can't thank your dad enough."

"It's fine, don't worry about it." He said as he smiled at me.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I chuckled.

"Because I like you." He shrugged. I felt suddenly embarrassed and shy at the words he'd just said, not knowing what to say to that. He stared at me, gazing into my eyes, waiting for me to say something. I wanted to but before I could there was a loud knocking at my bedroom window, making me jump up and out of bed. I walked over to it, only making out the silhouette.

"Dakota is at Queenie's, completely wasted." Gemma said between pants, obviously out of breath. What's he gotten into now?

A/N vote, comment and tell me what you think! this chapter is kind of boring and rushed, I know I'm sorry!

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