Held Captive

Rivals

Vixen's POV

After football practice my muscles are aching and I revel in the burn. It actually wasn't that bad aside from the assholes that wanted to try their lives. The amount of times I had to remind myself to play nice would make me richer than I am. I set my gym bag on the bench and just as i'm about to get dressed for the game, Coach Parker comes into the locker room with the assistent, Coach Adam, on his tail, clapping his hands together. 

"You boys better not be tired. Now we practiced hard today and I expect what I saw at practice to be even better on the field. Slaughter, Cavendish and Knight, you're starting. Alright hurry up boys, we got a rival team to prepare for." Coach Parker booms.

"What the hell, Coach?", Chase barks, "They come to practice one day and what? They get handed starting positions like it's a fucking trophy? Everyone on this team had to work their asses off to be in the starting line-up." 

"We haven't won a single game since the season started, we need all the help we can get unless you have a better idea?" 

"Bullshit. Anything is better than them." Chase glares at us and I roll my eyes at his temper tantrum. I continue getting ready as if he's not even talking. I don't have time for rich, spoiled assholes who clearly don't know their place.

"Watch your mouth, son. Since you want to be so much help to the team, how about you demonstrate what it's like to ride the bench."

Chase grunts and storms off as they leave. A smirk graces my lips as I glance at Jackson's amused face and tug on my white shirt. We finished getting ready and all too quickly were being called out onto the field one by one. When I hear my name come through the loud speaker, I jog onto the field and don't even bother engaging with the crowd. I'm only here cause I have to be. 

Once everybody's on the field, we start their usual stretches and drills. When we've been at it a while Coach finally claps his hands and motions for us to huddle up. "Alright boys, I've seen some real progress out there today. Now let's get our heads in the game and not get our asses kicked by our rival team on our own goddamn field. You hear me?" 

"Yes, Coach." Everyone shouts, except me. I sigh and put my helmet on, ready for this shit to be over. The first half was a shit-show and I started to wonder what the hell I was doing on a team that had a quarterback who couldn't even throw. Coach isn't happy by half-time and he does nothing to hide it. We huddle up and I take off my helmet, finally being able to catch my breath. 

The only players that were really pulling their weight were Leo and Sebastian. Hell no, that wasn't a compliment. 

"What the fuck is going on out there? It's almost like you went and did the complete opposite of what I told you to do. Do you like getting your asses kicked on your own field?" Coach Parker booms. 

"No sir." 

"Funny. Cause that's exactly what they're doing. Kicking our asses. On our field. Can someone please enlighten me on what the hell the problem is because your heads are clearly not in the game?"

I fight the urge to yawn as I wait for this stupid ass heart-to-heart to be over with. They just need to get another goddamn quarterback. Problem solved. 

"Chases must be up his ass because he's been throwing shitty passes since the game started." Leo pipes in. Chase sneers and walks up to him til' their toe to toe. 

"We both know your dumbass can't catch a ball to save your life. Maybe that's why you didn't see any of my 'shitty passes' coming towards you." 

A couple people on the team chuckle and I ground my teeth. If they think this asshole is funny then I must be hilarious.