Sunday Night...
Daniel's POV
"We have to win this game!! This could change everything for all of us!!! We've got colleges from different states watching us tonight!!!" I state firmly to my teammates, holding my football helmet.
I stare out into the crowd, a stern look on my face, "Last year, they whooped our asses, but this year with the talented rookies in the mix and not to mention better support from our school, we stand a better chance!!! And even if we lose, we still tried!!! We're taking that title as the best tonight and we're taking it home!! There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it!!"
They all nod, determination in their eyes. I take a deep breath and shout, "I believe in every single last one of you!!! So, tonight let's go out there and make our school, our families, and most importantly ourselves proud!!!"
"YEAH!!!!" They all shout, hooting and hollering. "WHO ARE WE?!!" I shout, pumping my fist into the air.
"THE WILDCATS!!!!"
"AND WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!!!"
"BRING HOME THE TITLE!!!!"
"AND WE'RE DOING IT AS A WHAT?!!!"
"A TEAM!!!!"
"SO, LET'S GO OUT THERE AND KICK SOME ASS!!!!!"
"YEAH!!!!!!"
They all begin roaring with excitement, high-fiving, and chest-bumping each other. Christian smirks, nudging me. I look over at him as he nods, "Good speech, Cap."
"Someone had to give one." I smile, shrugging.
"I like the energy in here!!"
We all look toward the door and find Coach standing there, a proud smile on his face, "You boys are hyped for the big game tonight, I like it!!"
He claps his hands together excitedly, "Alright boys!! Let's head out!!!" Everyone hoots and hollers in response. Slowly, they make their way to the exit, helmets in their hands.
Christian takes a deep breath, nudging me, "You ready?"
I nod, looking over at him, "Ready as I'll ever be."
"Hey, uh...Daniel?"
Christian and I look over and find Luka standing in front of us. We both become stiff, staring into those familiar blue eyes of his, and his loose, curly black hair. A light scar lays over the bridge of his nose, as he looks from Christian to me awkwardly.
We haven't spoken in weeks. It's weird now...
Christian and I stare at him, intensely, as I'm the first to speak, "Hey...Luka."
"Luka," Christian, grumbles, grabbing his helmet. He looks over at me, "Imma catch up with the others, aight?"
"Yeah..." I reply, my eyes glued on Luka. With that, he looks back at Luka and frowns. Pushing his way past him, Christian makes his way toward the exit, and Luka sighs with defeat.
"The hell do you want, Luka??" I ask, grabbing my helmet. "Look, hear me out," Luka says, shrugging, "I didn't come over here to beg for you to forgive me. I understand that that ship has long since sailed."
I look him up and down, eyes narrowing with suspicion, "Then what is it that you want?"
"It's about Jackson and Travis." Luka replies worry growing in his eyes, "You know as well as I do that they don't like each other."
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Curly Headed Cutie (Original)
Teen Fiction"I can't believe I came out here to get you!!!" I turn around and find Travis standing over me, droplets rolling down his face and neck. He's soaked in water and his jeans look heavy due to the rain. I giggle and shout over the rain, "You didn't hav...
