Howls in the night

1... Football practice

The liberating melody of the final bell rings throughout the halls, and I run the hell out of my seventh period class. Ignoring my teacher's weird stare I run towards the locker rooms for football practice. On the way to the field behind the school I collide into none other than one of my idiotic friends, Conner.

"Hey nerd, what's going on?" I exclaim as he curses me out and tries to press his hand through the spot on his back where my elbow had sunk into, in order to relieve the pressure I had put on it.

"Nothin much mate, just tryin to breathe again no thanks to you" he grimaces, quickly walking away from me in what seemed like a hurry.

"You're skipping practice again, Conny?"

"I told you not to call me that Chrissy," Conner snarled as he continued walking the opposite direction from the football field "and yes Chris, I have more important things to do than play with you sissy little pricks" he says in a mocking American accent, making sure to pronounce his g's and vowels with a rough touch. I roll my eyes at his usual snarky attitude.

"If you say so, anyways whenever you're done screwing that redhead that keeps peeking at you from the end of the hallway I'll be on the field!" I say, catching Conner off-guard, causing his cheeks to become blood red as his eyes wander towards his red headed girlfriend down the hall.

Conner, the seemingly smart one of the group, has no shortage of girls fawning over him. Although he's more mentally capable the rest of us, girls are his weakness. Tania, the red headed girl that I had brought up a while ago, is his current girlfriend and fifth girlfriend this month. Conner was considered somewhat of a heartbreaker among the school and it was rumored that his British accent could make any hormonal teen squeal, and yes, that includes the guys.

Anyways, as I left Conner to his slightly annoying girlfriend, I picked up my pace towards the football field once more. State finals would commence next week and I can't risk missing practice now, after all, the team would be nothing without it's captain.

As I arrive on the field I see only two of my team members on the field: Rita and Luke. Rita taps her foot impatiently as Luke circles her in a gay attitude. When Rita spots me an immediate look of gratefulness appears on her face.

"Oh thank god you're here! If I had to spend another second here with this idiot I think I might have gone insane!!!" She exclaimed as she ran towards me and squeezed me half to death. I removed her arms from my torso and took a deep breathe before uttering my next words.

"Where are the rest of the members?" I whispered to Rita, my co-captain and the only girl on the team.

"Horse playing in the locker rooms. At least I think they were. Heard them laughing like hyenas in there, probably comparing dick sizes or whatever."

Typical Rita. She's the most foul mouthed of us all. One could always appreciate her honesty though, she's definitely not afraid to tell someone they're an imbecile right to their face. She also doesn't mind breaking a few bones to get her way; you could say she's a bit extreme. Surprisingly though, she's quite reasonable when she's out on the field, and plays gracefully with the rest of her team.

I chuckle as I usher drills to Rita in attempt for her to get the team warming up when they arrive. Then I jog my way into the locker room and come to find a rare sight.

It's a bunch of men in underwear playing with old Pokémon tradable cards. I try to maintain a straight face as I yell my demands to the team. They all hide their cards in shame and quickly dress themselves as they head towards the field. I sigh and open my gym locker.

A large print '8' stares back at me and the golden word 'Team Captain' mocks me. Varsity football captain. Not like I'm qualified for the position, nor am I ready for it; however, after the previous team captain graduated, I was voted into the position by my team and without my consent.