God's Field |COMPLETED|

Chapter Twenty-Six- Saints Among Devils

Prepare for emotions

The field looked just as it had a year ago. The massive bleachers hugged both sides of the field, providing many seats for thousands of people.

I had always been nervous the day before championships, but I had never been this nervous. My friends and I grew up playing together and could read each other almost as quickly as a teammate decided to make a move.

I knew what they were going to do just by a certain look in their eyes or a tension in the muscle, but playing with the Saints ripped me of that gift. I didn't know how the Saints played and had to figure it out on the get go.

In short, I had never felt so underprepared. It was 7 A.M. when I walked out onto the field. I was alone, most of the guys were still asleep back at the hotel. Not that I was complaining, I wanted to be alone.

I stood in the center, scanning the giant field. I paused at the sidelines and briefly pictured the boys and I listening to Coach Trey, my gaze switched to the bleachers where I can vividly remember Taylor, Fisher's parents, and my parents huddled up together in anticipation.

"Hey." I turned around to see Fisher standing still with his hands shoved in his pockets. I waited for him to complete the sentence, but he never did. "H-hey?" He smiled, "crazy right? Being here without us."

My eyes widened and an inferno of hope set fire to every nerve in my body, "I-, you-, what?" He chuckled, "and you say I'm the blonde one. The Big Man finally let me talk to you, well, on my own terms this time." I broke out in a wide smile, "h-how are you?"

Fisher shrugged, "I'm good. We have soccer games up in Heaven, you know? The boys and I slay." I chuckled, "ironic right, the Devils up in Heaven?"

He laughed, "that and the fact that you went from a Devil to a Saint. Listen, Jake, I..." He let out a heavy sigh, the light smile slipping from his lips. Somehow, I knew exactly what he was going to say.

"I won't be seeing you anymore, will I?" He shook his head. I nodded, a wave of sadness washing over me, "well, for what it's worth, thank you for making me think I lost my mind for ten months."

He smiled, "oh yeah, no problem. You wearing my band, Green?" "You know I am, King. Hey, stay out of trouble up there, yeah? Keep Maverick and Alexander in check."

He laughed, "there's no help for them, they're driving Alejandro more insane by the day. We're all rooting for you, Jake, and I'm so proud of you. I wish you were up there with me, but God made other reservations."

A small tear slid down his cheek, he wiped it away with a half-hearted laugh. "I'll be up there with you one day, Fish." He smirked, "hopefully not too soon, you have a girl to take to prom." I cracked a wide grin, "I do. She's great, Fisher, she's, she's everything."

His smirk only increased, "Kelsey Green has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" I playfully shook my head, "oh, shut up." "God, I miss you, man," he said, his voice filled with longing and sorrow.

"I miss you too, everyday since the accident. You're my brother after all." He nodded proudly, "that's right and don't you ever forget it. You know, I always thought Alfredo Di Stefan was my hero and it was awesome to meet him, but after watching you grow up and never quit no matter what happened, I realized something. Jacob, you're my hero."

With that, he closed the distance between us and wrapped me in a tight embrace. I hugged him back just as tight, this was going to be our last chat, our last interaction which made the weight of this hug all the more sentimental.