Hall of Fame

Chap. 19

(Chapter 19)

(Xander's POV)

I saw it happening as I ran in from the field. I saw Johnny run up to her, Lucas throw him the ball, and Andy go as pale as a ghost. And I knew. I knew what was happening. I knew my plan would fail. I knew I would be disappointed by the end of the night. I knew I lost. And then she smiled. And nodded, up and down. She said yes. It hurt. It physically pained me to see this, but this was what she wanted, and I should be happy for her. And I am, I think. I'm happy she's happy, I just wish it wasn't with him. I honestly don't know what to think right now.

Andy came down to the field, which is generally not allowed, but the rules don't apply to her. They never have.

For a brief second, I thought she would come to me, and then reality sunk in again. She's going to Lucas. All I could do was watch as she ran up to him, nodding her head. I turned back to the field and stared straight ahead, with a cold glare on my face.

I saw Ryan come and stand beside me in my peripheral vision, but I didn't say anything. I wouldn't know what to say.

When he realized I wasn't going to say anything, he started "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."

"Which part? The part where my defense isn't following through with a single block? Or the part where Lucas of all people asked my best friend to the dance?" I asked bitterly, slipping my helmet off.

"Andy."

I shook my head and rubbed my jaw. "That wasn't an option."

He laughed "Yea it was. It always is."

"No it wasn't. Because this isn't about Andy. This is about Lucas." I said sternly, with a cold face, while I slipped my helmet back on.

"Does it really matter that it was Lucas?"

"How could it not?" I shook my head, then pulled my helmet off again.

"If it was anyone you'd be upset. Because they beat you to it." He said like a detective or something, he almost sounded like Shawn from Psych. Whatever, I thought as I roughly shoved my helmet back on, he isn't even right.

I began to pull my helmet back off when Ryan hit me. "Will you just leave that thing on?"

After that we just watched the game before it was our turn on the field.

And then, after a tense huddle, and an intense pep talk, we scored more points in the second quarter than we did in the whole of our last game.

(Andy's POV)

"This is insane." Asher mumbled to himself as the boys made yet another touchdown.

"Yea." Was all I could come up with. Something happened down there on the field. Defense were way off their game for the majority of the beginning of the game. But then something happened, and nothing was getting past them. The opponents haven't scored since, and we haven't stopped.

The boys are on fire. One in particular, has been constantly taking his helmet on and off. Something he only does when he's insanely ticked off. It started when some kid punched him in the face in first grade before a game. Obviously his face hurt, so while he was on the sidelines, he would take the helmet off and rub his face, then put it back on, then off again. And ever since, whenever he gets mad that's what he does. If he's not at a game or practice or something, he'll run his hand through his hair then rub his jaw. I'm pretty sure he does sub consciously, so I guess it's just another Xander thing.

We were about 3 seconds away from half time when Asher reminded me that I was supposed to go with the team at halftime.

When I got down to the field, I went up to Xander.