The Lost Ones

Chapter Nine|♠ Responsibility and Attention ♠|

Today is Monday and I'm going to buy potatoes 😗✨
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to myself.
Because writing helps my mental health, so why not dedicate this whole chapter to myself?😗🌚♥️
P.S if you see someone who doesn't seem angry or offended when people push their buttons, give them a big hug 😗 it's either they're very gracious or they're in self denial
                 ♠ Chetachi ♠

“Tobiloba you'll be the captain of the football team for the meanwhile, I'll be running around a lot, so I need you to take my place" Chetachi said giving the brown skinned boy a pat on his shoulder.

Tobi nodded and walked away from Chetachi,towards the football field where different players were warming up.

Chetachi watched him for a moment, scrutinizing his features as he shouted for the team members to gather round.

He had heard the rumor going round that Tobiloba was gay, he didn't look gay, neither he didn't act gay so Chetachi chose to believe he wasn't.

He raised an eyebrow in concern when he noticed all the boys sort of form a circle together like they usually did, leaving Tobiloba out of it.

Chetachi shrugged, reaffirming his belief  that Tobiloba was like every other straight boy he knew, that is,  until he gave  him reason to believe otherwise.

The volleyball team members were already warming up, getting ready for a game, Chetachi walked towards the players, and  divided them into two teams.

He wanted to observe them, so he separated the potential candidates for the Interstate Athletic Bowl, and  put them in one team.
On the other side of the field, Chetachi put the remaining players, the ones less likely to represent the school.

It would be easier for him to keep track of them this way, whichever team won would have the upper hand in the tryouts next week.

The Tennis players were already in a match, he stood there for a while watching them.

He made a mental note to speak to Denzel, a girl in ss3 arts class about her wrist lag, She needed to work on wrist game.

The basketball players were always disorganized.

Chetachi shook his head and jogged over to their court when he noticed an argument going on between a few team members.

Reuben, a tall dark skinned boy in arts class, was shouting at  a junior boy.

The boy stood defiantly, holding onto a basketball.

Chetachi approached them, asking Reuben to step back when he saw that Reuben was beginning to threaten the boy.
He didn't want any fights breaking out during games, the time used for punishments would reduce their playing time.

“Wetin dey sup?" He asked Reuben when je had calmed down a little.

“Cheetah abi you dey see this idiot" he replied grinding his teeth and glaring menacingly at the junior boy.

“See this werey dey struggle bball with me, with me unto say na Im ball" he finished.

Chetachi shook his head, Junior students were getting more confrontational these days.

He turned to face the boy who's defensive demeanor had softened, worry about loosing his ball and not even playing again showed on his features.

“I didn't mean it like that, let me return the basketball please" he begged when Chetachi raised a hand to interrupt him.

He ordered the boy to sit on the bench for the  rest of the whole game, and gave the ball to Reuben.

“Cheetah you get sense, if not for you-" Chetachi cut him off, he told him not to bother