The long school day was finally over. The guys helped me through most of my classes and I feel pretty up to date with what's going on in every class. What I don't understand is the girls here. They just keep on staring at me like I'm some sort of alien. A really good looking jaw dropping alien. I guess the girls at my old school got used to my appearance because I haven't seen faces like those since I started freshman year. I'm not overly full of myself, but I know where I'm gifted.
I was less nervous about practice because I already made friends with a lot of the players, but new teams can be tough. The coaches from this school came to my last game before I switched to watch me play. That was basically my try out for the team. Thankfully they liked me enough to allow me on the team when I switched.
The practice was pretty predictable. We started off by warming up and then ran some drills, I tried learning their formations quickly and I ended up doing okay, but there where some minor mishaps. The captain was kind of an ass. That guy Abe and Cameron talked about, Collin, ended up being the coaches son. This wasn't really the stereotypical "coaches son=entitled brat" situation. The guy was good and clearly deserved his spot as captain (He has no problem giving orders). But it's like someone shoved a stick up his butt. It was even worse when we ended practice with Indian runs. I'm not a bad runner but I have limits, as did everyone else, except for the captain of course.
"I feel like I'm dying" Abe said between breaths
"Do you think he plans on stopping any time soon?" Apparently my struggle to breathe didn't limit the sound of my voice because right as I finished my sentence Collin stopped the running.
"If this is too challenging you could always consider switching again" he said as he stepped closer to me
I shook my head no. Wow what a jack ass.
"Then maybe next time you'll think again before spitting out comments" he said. "Go run around the field until everyone leaves. Anything to say?"
I open and close my mouth, not sure of what to say. Really? More running?
"No more comment spitting from me captain. After all spitters are quitters."
I wink and run away before anyone can respond. I start my laps with some new found energy because of the scene replaying in my mind. "Spitters are quitters" I make myself laugh. It's even funnier because they don't know I'm gay.
