Team Captains (Rewrite)

Chapter 3

"Mom, please stop asking me about who drove me home," I groaned. I was just trying to eat my dinner in peace but my mom wouldn't stop pestering me about Daniel.

"You already know who it is, Mom. It's Daniel," my brother, Chase, replied to her. "Ken hates him."

Chase was my older brother by a year. He was a senior while I was a junior. My brother was part of the basketball team but he wasn't as passionate about it as I was for volleyball. He was also best friends with Luke Abbott. He didn't understand my hatred for Daniel because they were somewhat friends and had lots of mutual friends.

"How could you hate someone as cute as him?" My mom gasped. My dad just rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food.

"Can we stop talking about him please?" I grumbled. I seriously did not want to be talking about this anymore. She has been trying to get an answer out of me for 2 hours already.

"Okay fine."

Thank god.

***

Today was finally the day of our playoff game. I had managed to avoid Daniel in the meantime because I didn't want his teasing to get my head. We really needed this win. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It's hard to bounce back from a loss but I'm sure my team and I were capable of winning.

I could barely pay attention in any of my classes because I had so much energy and eagerness inside of me. I wanted the school day to be over so I could finally play the game right now. There was a lot of pressure because a lot of the student body would be at the game because this could be potentially the playoff game that would determine if we had a championship spot.

We were going to be playing against Riverside High School. They were a good team but I knew we were better and that we could beat them.

"Kennedy. Please come up and draw a hotdog on the board," Mr. Baba asked, politely.

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard my name and look around in confusion. I didn't know the reason of why I had to draw a hotdog on the board but I knew not to question Mr. Baba.

I went up to the front of the class and drew my best hotdog. It looked a little deformed but it was still obviously a hotdog.

"See? It's all about how you look at it," Mr. Baba gestured for me to sit back down. "Some people may draw an actual hotdog, like the meat. Just as Kennedy did. But others may have drawn a hot dog. A dog that's sweating or panting."

Someone raised their hand. "Mr. Baba. Why are we learning this? Aren't we supposed to be learning history?"

I had the same question.

Mr. Baba shook his head. "Ah ah ah. Im teaching you a valuable life lesson. It's much more beneficial than a bunch of dead guys."

This class was weird as fuck.

***

It was finally lunch time and I was seated at the usual table with all my friends.

"Are you guys as nervous as I am for the game?" Ashley asked as she took a seat at our table.

"Hell yeah," Jenny answered and we all nodded in agreement. "Isn't everyone?"

"Don't worry guys! We got this," Taylor spoke up, trying to reassure us that we all had nothing to worry about.

"My cousin is coming from out of town to watch our game so I really want to make a good impression," Chrissy brought up. She sounded super nervous. I sympathized with her. It sucked losing in front of family because they always thought the best of you and you don't want them to watch you lose especially if they took time out of their day to watch.