An Indefinite Meaning

Chapter Two [The Scratch]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys it's @Ari_forev, but you can just call me Ari. I write a lot in both boys and girls P.O.V and of course in third too. I'm gonna make this authors note short so you can get reading. Anyways, have fun reading Sterling's P.O.V because it took me forever to write this (Okay, it was three days but still!)

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Chapter 2 [The Scratch]

Sterling’s P.O.V

Red and white passed through my vision as I watched our school’s lacrosse team run back and forth on the field, scrimmaging against one another. The coach watched from behind his clipboard, silently judging the players as he wrote some things down. Quietly I watched with intensity as I felt some sort of engagement towards a scrimmage game that I wasn’t even playing in.

“Keep your head in the game, Elsworth!” he yelled toward one of the players. Coach was getting frustrated with Owen Elsworth’s performance today, which enlightened me to no extent. Owen was the greatest friend a person could have. He was my best friend and in all honesty, he was having some trouble getting the sport lacrosse down in his head. He had to take at least one sport a year or his parents would kick him out of the house and into his grandmothers. They were huge sports fans and therefore if their only child didn’t play at least one sport, they’d freak out. And me being the best bud that I was, took him under my wing and showed him the ways of the game. Being Owen was kind of difficult. He was scrawny and lean and he wasn't the best of players.

Which is why he downright hated me for making him play lacrosse of all sports. “Let’s go Owen!” I hooted clapping my hands together, watching him nod curtly at me with that goofy smile he had, a gap in between his two front teeth. He gave me a thumbs up whilst tripping over his shoes and then he opened his mouth gawking because he thought that he messed up the play, which he did. I chuckled at this, elbowing the person next to me to tell them that that weird, horrible player was my best friend.

The red head next to me smiled a fake smile but then got up and walked away. I heard coach groan from his place on the field as he turned to look at me. “Sterling, go on out there and help him!” As I got up from the bench, I ran into the game field, already geared up.

I was one of the best players, which is why Coach sat me out during scrimmages. He wanted to see how well the team would do without me. Obviously, it wasn’t that well. “Okay team!” coach screamed at us. “Make your plays and then play them. You got thirty seconds!” and with that he started his stopwatch and blew the whistle. I huddled in with Owens team and smiled at all the players as we put our arms around each other and bent in towards the center to talk.

“Okay team, what’s our play?” I asked, still cheery from the great day I was having. They looked around at one another, unaware of what to do. As they turned to me, they shrugged. “Okay then, your call Owen,” I told, patting Owen on the back.

“Uh, what?” he asked, his face paling by the second. “You-you don’t mean it.”

“I do. We’re on offence and since you pretty much mess up every play, maybe you should be the one calling it.” He shook his head at me, his eyes dilating in size.

“Hell nah dude, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Use your own words. Time is almost up,” I reminded him. “So either make a play or we can all be confused like fuckers out there.” He sighed gruffly, looking back at the other half of our team.

“I say I just throw it up in the air and everyone can let Sterling catch it,” he replied. “It’s best for the team.”

“You’re a doorknob Owen,” I retorted. “I’m picking the plays. Patrick, you’ll throw it into the air and everyone will travel down field, tossing it back and forth. Owen, you’ll catch the ball and score.”