God's Field |COMPLETED|

Chapter Fifteen- Pixie Stix

    This was it.  The day that would ultimately decide my future.  The first game after the accident.  I felt sick.  Throwing up seemed like a good idea, anything other than playing seemed like a good idea. 

     Maybe I could skip?  The guys had Lucas as a sub and he was more than capable of covering me.  "Why do you look like you're about to hide from society?"  Riley asked, walking down the hall to the gym with me. 

     He insisted on escorting me to the bus incase anything happened which I told him nothing would.  Not that that helped.  "Because I am." 

     He chuckled, "relax Green, you'll be fine.  Leo and I are driving up there to cheer you on, man, you can't back out now that we've paid for tickets."  Way to make me feel guilty. 

     I gave him a look, "relaxing is not in my plans right now."  He rolled his eyes and shoved me into the gym.  "I'm sure one of the guys could give you some... substance to help you relax." 

     I paused, confused, before I snapped around with wide eyes, "I'm not doing drugs!"  He held his hands up, "hey, I never said you had to.  I just said it could help."  I almost considered it, "no, I have a soccer game to play."  He smiled, leaning against the wall while I headed into the locker room to change.

    "Green, you ready?"  Cameron said with a friendly wave.  "Yes," my confidence shocked me still.   Why did my voice sound the exact opposite of how I felt?  "He's panicking!" Riley called from outside. 

     I turned towards the door and glared at it, "quit eavesdropping."  An amused chuckle sounded from the other side of the door.  I sighed, shrugging my jersey on.  I made sure my shin-guards were on properly and pulled up my socks. 

     A nervous energy settled in my already butterfly filled stomach, throwing up didn't sound too bad right now.  I tugged my boot-socks on and bolted into the bathroom down the hallway. 

     All of my breakfast hurled out of me in seconds, leaving the foul taste of vomit in my mouth.  Gross.  I threw up one last time before I flushed and wiped my mouth off with a paper towel.  I hadn't even made it to the game yet and I'm already losing my top. 

     I walked out to see a frowning Riley, "you just throw up?"  I gave him an incredulous look, "no, I just like darting to the bathroom and revisiting breakfast."  "Geez, Green, watch the attitude."  I guess I was a little uptight, I was just internally freaking out.  "Sorry, I'm just nervous." 

     He laid a muscular arm around my shoulders, "it's cool.  I'd be nervous as hell if I were you."  Oddly, that made me feel better.  Maybe it was because I viewed Riley as this 'no funny business' serious guy, but regardless the endless asteroid shower in my stomach seemed to subsided. 

     "Let me know if any of them give you trouble."  I shook my head, "they won't.  I'm neutral now."  I think... Walker is still debatable.  I felt terrible, but other than that, I was surviving.  We walked out to the front of the school and I paled.

     There, sitting at the end of the walkway, lied a bus.  The last time I was on a bus I lost everything.  I was getting on a bus with a soccer team, with my new soccer team.  My legs felt weak, my knees buckled.

     "Woah," came Riley as he quickly hosited me back up before I hit the ground.  He looked at me, he talked to me, but I couldn't hear him.  I couldn't see his face.  All I could see was the golden bus perched in the parking lot.  Before I could stop it, I was dragged back into the past. 

     "We're going to kill at the playoffs," Maverick boasted, chugging a cold bottle of water.  Levi grinned, "dude, I'm so ready to go out with Adrian and some of the guys on his team.  They had slayer pizza last time from Cali."