Saving Grace

Chapter 6: First Lax Practice

School today was a drag. I'm just happy to be in my natural habitat playing Lax. Since I have yet to get a school jersey, Coach said it was fine that I practiced in my sports bra and shorts. Lets just say I got a lot of stares from the team and glares from their girlfriends.

"Why must you practice in that? Do you know how hard it's gonna be for me to concentrate?" Stiles interrogated me clearly flustered.

"Because Coach said I could. He thinks it'll be a good exercise on you guys concentration," I simply replied continuing my stretches. Once I was done I grabbed my lax stick and headed to the field.

"Alright you delinquents. Jerseys against non-jerseys. Scott, Lucky 14, you guys are captains. Scott, you're jerseys and lucky 14 you're non-jerseys. 14, since you're the only girl you can pick first," Coach informed Scott and I as we stepped up to each side of him. We picked our teams and might I say I may have the crappy looking players, but if I play goalie there's no way in the Greek heavens that Scott's team will make a goal.

"Only rule is try to score. Don't worry about goal keeping. I got that covered," I instructed my team. I have Stiles on my team (he was my obvious choice) and he claims he's seen me on the field so he has faith in me.

~halfway through the scrimmage~

"McCall! Get ahold of the ball and don't let the other team score! You have a girl getting all of the throws past you and she's halfway across the field!" Coach yelled at McCall. It was obvious that he was getting upset. I saw the ball coming back towards the goal out of the corner of my eye. One of Scott's members was attempting to pass it to another member. I quickly ran into a double handspring jumping up into the air catching the ball before the other teammate saw it and chucked it back towards Scott making another goal.

"THAT'S IT!! PRACTICE IS OVER!!" Coach yelled at all of us blowing his whistle. Stiles ran up to me and spun me in the air.

"Was that even legal?" he asked referring to my double handspring.

"Yup. I've read the rule book from cover to cover and there's nothing in there about me using gymnastic moves," I informed him my arms still wrapped around his neck cause he was still holding me. We both looked over at Coach to see him yelling at McCall. We looked back at each other laughing. Looks like he's not playing open-fielder on Friday.