Lorien legacies- underdog

Chapter three

I shower. And then get out changing into my pajamas. I make my way into the living room. Sam has pulled up some documentary. "I found something about the Battle of Britain. I thought it might interest you." I nod as I sit down on the couch. He starts it. At church hills speech I end up going to sleep. I don't know what time I wake up. I just know someone, probably Sam, has draped a blanket over me. The weekend is slow. Then Monday arrives. When the team walk in everyone cheers. We made it to the finals. The first game for that is Friday. I make my way to first. John is already there sitting next to Sam. I sit in my usual seat in front of him.

"Number 15." I hear mark say, I look up at him. He's leaning against my desk. His hand on his strap. We don't like each other but we tolerate each other. He's the jock I'm the captain of the boy's basketball team. So he knows better then to challenge me.

"Mark." I say,

"Good game." With that he walks off. I nod at him. It's a thing we do.

"Who was that?" John asks,

"Mark james, quarterback, and used to date Sarah hart when she was a cheerleader. I'd be careful if I was you." I answer for him.

"15?" He asks confused,

"Basketball." I respond, I don't pay much attention. My mind drifts to the boy I often dream of. It's been like that since I was little. I know it's just a dream but it feels real. I guess it doesn't help the fact that I'm attracted to him. I sound like a crazy person. I also know a language that I've never learned. That doesn't even seem to exist. I asked him about once he just shrugged. Lunch comes faster then i expect to. I sit down across from John. Sam sits next to me. Somebody throws meat balls at us. I look behind John and see mark and his minions laughing. John jumps up. I jump between him and mark. Then we get called to the office. Mark gets no warning. We get a warning. I have to change into my basketball uniform. After school I make my way into the gym and drop my stuff off in the locker room. I pull up my ginger hair and step out onto the court. I see the team all in a huddle. I know they're up to something.

"15!" Paul calls out, I look at him. He runs down the court the others walking behind him. "We all decided to pitch in and get you something." With that he hands me a necklace on a silver chain. It's of the galaxy with a silver ring around it. I take in the blacks, purples, and blues. As I put it around my neck I look up at the team.

"Thank you. You guys have to be the best team." They all smile.

"Alright enough is enough. If you want to beat the best, first you have be the best." The couch yells, with that we split up in two teams eight people on both sides. My team wins. The couch calls us over.

"Good practice. The next game is an away game at golden oak it's an hour away. They're undefeated. They're the best." In order to beat the best we have to be the best.

"Then we need to train harder. I say we get the football team in here practice against them. And let them play full force. Body slamming and all." Everyone nods in agreement.

"I'll let him know tomorrow." With that we leave. I put on my meatball stained clothes, and throw my bag over my shoulder. I feel dead from practice but I love it. I might be able to see the boy tonight. I make it home fiddling with my key. I take a shower and collapse down on my bed half dead. I get a glimpse of the future or the past I guess like I do sometimes. Everything around is destroyed. Everything is dead. It's not earth some other planet. And then I'm in a earth city watching as it collapses not being able to do anything to stop it. When the scenes stop I gasp. I sit straight up on my bed and rub my eyes. I need sleep. I collapse back down and go to sleep immediately. I see him doing sit ups. His muscular arms crossed across his chest. Showing off his abs. I lay down on the floor of his cell next to him. My arms above my head. He stops and lays down on the floor. He doesn't speak for a moment. Then he does.

"Fighter, how did the game go?" Fighter. That's his nickname for me.

"We won. We're onto finals. Thing is we don't have a chance against the next school. We're going against the football team for practice tomorrow, but there's no way we're going to be ready by Friday. In order to beat the best you have to be the best, and we aren't the best." It feels good to talk to someone who doesn't seem to care about the outcome.

"That's good. Give it your all. It's the only thing you can do. You know that." I nod,

"⋏⟊⋏⟒, says the one stuck in a cell."

"Hey not my fault I got kidnapped by aliens!" I roll my eyes. I don't believe that. I never have. I move my head so I can look into those brown eyes of his. He's been hurt so bad. I just wish there was a way I could take away some of his pain. "It's not all that bad I guess." I can hear it in his voice he doesn't mean that. It takes everything in me to not reach over and comfort him. I know he doesn't want that. He'd just push me away not like I've tried before. I just know he would. So instead I squeeze his shoulder he tenses when I do.

"It's just me." I whisper to him. That seems to get him to unstiffen. I keep my hand they. Drawing small circles with my thumb. If he hated it he would have asked me to stop. Instead he remains silent. He slowly relaxes into my touch. His eyes begin to stare at the ceiling, I can see the sadness in them. I can't take it anymore, so I turn him over, which is easier said then done, and I wrap my arms around him. He tenses when i do. He slowly wraps his arms around me, and I can feel him fight back his emotions. "Shhh. It's ok. It's ok." I repeat a few times, he slowly begins to cry, and I can tell it bothers him. He presses himself closer to me. I hold him as tight as I can. I know this is killing him. He always likes to play tough. To be fair he is, but you can't be tough all the time. Sometimes you just have to breakdown in a good friends arms. Sometimes it's the most comforting thing to do. Do i believe he's a living person? Of course I do. You can't share someone's dreams for as long as I have and think other wise.