I went to the lacrosse field where Scott and Stiles was .The lacrosse team has gathered on the lacrosse field ,where thr players are warming up by passing the ball back in the bleachers to watch the team play . Scott and Stiles are in the middle of a conversation so I went to them .
'But if you play I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench. You really gonna’ do that to your best friend?'Stiles complained to Scott
'I can’t sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.'
'I can talk to you on the bench, Coach doesn't even pay attention to me ' I said happily.
'You would do this for me ?'
'Yea I mean you are my ...'I paused to notice Lydia climbing the bleachers. And stepping right behind her... Allison.' But not right now ,anyway good luck!'
I went and sat on the bleachers, I was determined to talk to Allison, I had to do something. I went and sat next to them but a little bit far so that I could hear them .
'McCall! You’re in the goal.' Coach said to much brother. Scott turns to coach , a man with little comprehension of the difficulties of teenage life. He tosses Scott a bundle of goalie equipment.
'But I’ve never played goal.' He complained .
'I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get them energized, jazzed up.''What about me?' Scott said .
'Try not to take any in the face.'
Stepping into the net, Scott glances to the bleachers where Allison watches with Lydia, eyes focusing on them.
'Who is that ?' Allison asked Lydia while turning her head in Scott's direction.
'Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?'
'He’s in my English class.'
And then I took the chance to talk to her 'Hey , I'm sorry but I heard your conversation, that guy over there is my brother actually, Scott McCall. '
Scott looks up, shocked like he heard Allison asking about him. But with his hearing momentarily turned up, he flinches at the whistle blows .
One of the bigger players charges forward as the Assistant Coach passes the ball to him. Catching it, he whips his stick forward, throwing the ball toward the goal.Scott looks up too late to see the ball soaring toward him and into the net. The team laughs wickedly. Even the Coach snickers.
Scott steals himself for the next player. When the whistle blows again, he’s ready. The Assistant Coach passes the ball to the player who catches it and fire it right at the goal.
Scott moves startlingly fast, almost an instantaneous reaction. Then he notices the player staring at him with a mixture of disappointment and surprise. Scott has the ball.
He caught it. When the next player takes the shot, Scott catches the ball again. And then again. And again. Nothing can get past him.
'He seems like he’s pretty good.'Allison said to me
'Very good.' I answered to her with shocked voice.
Intrigued, I keep my gaze locked on Scott who now stands with a far more confident posture. Until he sees that Jackson is next in line. Glaring at Scott, he practically strangles the lacrosse stick with his gloves.
'Oh God...' I mumbled
The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up. Jackson launches forward, catching the ball and spinning around to fire it at the goal. But Scott moves with fast precision.
The ball lands right in the pocket of the goalie stick.Stiles lets out a shout, jumping up on the bench.
Grinning, Scott gives the goalie stick a whirl, spinning it with a flick of his wrist and sending the ball soaring right into the pocket of the stunned Assistant Coach’s stick.
