The meaning of Z

The meaning of responsibility

(Back in zeds pov)

—6—

'Where is he?'  I thought to myself as I sat in the locker room with my phone in my hands, which is clasped in a dead grip. It's been fifteen minutes since practice started and Cyrus is still not here. The coach made me try and contact him but no response.

I tap my foot on the ground waiting for about five more minutes in hopes of getting a call or text, after that dont happen i get worried, where could he be? He never misses practice, sure he is lazy at times, unmotivated and lacks commitment but I know he never would skip, maybe it also scares me that I know he won't be there to keep me going, to keep me alive today.

I shove my phone in my duffle bag before taking a deep breath and heading back to the field. 'That idiot'  is all I can think of when I get to coach randell. "He didn't answer." the coach turns to me with an upset face. "What do you mean he didn't answer?" he spat. "I mean, he didn't pick up the phone nor did he text back" i responded back plainly, i don't know why he didn't understand what 'didn't answer' meant, it's pretty clear to me.

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fine we will just continue the day without him, zed it's all you today." he groans and turns back to the team. "Since Cyrus didn't care to show up today-"
"Coach, I am sure there's a reason he didn't come today.." I responded with a low voice, knowingly interrupting him.

He shoots me a glare and crosses his arms. "Do not interrupt me Mitchell, do that again will cost you" he threatened, which is just laps around the school again aka his only 'threat'.
He continued, "zed will be going through the next game plans with you today, as well with the drills and mini game" everyone nods.

That's When I freeze, what game plans? I never got any of those or was informed.  "The next game is in a about 2 weeks, so we all need to-"
I cut him off once again against my better judgment.
"Uhm...sorry to interrupt again but i don't think i was told about any plans?" he pursed his lips before looking at me with frustration. "Zed. I emailed them to you last night." The team just watches, some being quiet as a mouse and others trying not to bust out laughing, due to the assholes they are.

"I must have not seen them...can I go get my phone and check to see if they were sent?" I suggested but guessing from the look I was given I guess he does not like that idea. "No, i will just do it myself since you obviously don't care about this"
Oh, how did he know?

"What? I just missed the email, I was pretty busy with other things and I guess I didn't pay attention..."
He doesn't need to know that he is one hundred percent correct.
"You never pay attention! Or care-"
"I do."
"Don't interrupt me, I thought I made that clear."

"And i thought i made it clear that i didn't see the email, its as simple as that." the words already left my mouth before i could stop them. The players start laughing now, or saying stupid shit like 'ooo get told' and 'you're so dead cap!'

I hate it here.

"Enough all of you!! I am so done with you zed, go take laps around the school, i will be having a word with your mom and dad after practice." he said loudly before shoving me away to start his order.

I know once I get home all hell will break loose ... .or maybe they will side with me! Since I didn't see it?
Oh who am i kidding, they won't.

Soccer, soccer, soccer, soccer.

I thought for years that's what I wanted, since soccer is so big in my family and I thought Bryan was so cool being a known soccer player, I wanted to do it as well!
That's until it got to the point where I can't even talk to my parents about anything but soccer. I can't do any other sport or club or activity since I need to focus on soccer. I can't even hang out with Cyrus most of the time because they don't like him.