The Girl Who Plays Football { #Wattys2016 }

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huge shout-out to: Sierra-Night (She made the cover and offered to edit
the book as well...and she's reallyyyyyyy talented)

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"Lean on me, when you're not strong and I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on"
-Lean On Me, Bill Withers

Bryanna Juliette Cooper

Game night, and I was sitting next to coach who was cussing around in frustration. "GOD F.UCKING DAMN IT! NATHAN! DON'T LET THEM TACKLE JACKSON!"

"MICHAEL! WHAT THE F.UCK ARE YOU DOING?! A LITTLE GIRL COULD CATCH THAT BALL BETTER THAN YOU!"

"CONNOR! YOU'RE A LINEBACKER FOR A REASON. DON'T JUST STAND THERE!"

I scoot further from coach. I'm f.ucking terrified, you can't blame me. We were far from winning. Heck, if we win, it will be by a miracle.

Coach currently looks like he's about to punch a hole through the wall or he wants to slap someone really hard, with a chair, that is metal, thrice. I leaned on Leo's shoulder, and just then, Coach snaps his clipboard in two, and he threw it to the ground. 

Tristan on the other hand sat by the bleachers and he looked as if he wanted to jump in the game, but he can't. He currently had crutches, and he's about to go into surgery next week.

"TIME OUT," Couch shouted to the referee, and the he blew the whistle. Bryan and the others ran to coach- who currently resembled the hulk. "WHAT THE F.UCK IS HAPPENING?! MICHAEL YOU COULDN'T CATCH THE DAMN BALL TO SAVE YOUR LIFE! JACKSON, THE BALL SLIPPED TWICE! NATHAN, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, DO NOT LET THEM TACKLE JACKSON," He shouts, and is literally about to pull out his hair. "BRYAN. CHRISTIAN. HANDLE THE F.UCKING TEAM. YOU'RE TEAM CAPTAINS FOR A REASON. DON'T MAKE ME REGRET GIVING YOU THOSE DAMN TITLES,"

I stood up and went over to Christian and Bryan, they both looked as if they were punched in the gut, twice. "Hey, both of you, what's happening? You guys are two of the best players I know, don't let anything get to your head okay? Breathe, okay good? Good Luck," Their face lightened up a tad bit, and they put on their helmets, after giving me a smile and a hug.

Soon enough, the game took a quick turn, and we gained the upper hand, well we still have to catch up with their points, but if they kept playing like this, I think they will be able to win.

Jackson throws the ball to Luke, landing perfectly in his hands, but just then, Luke got tackled. Badly. Luke lied down on the field, his arms wrapped around his knee, and soon enough medics were swarmed around him and he was carried to the ambulance, and I ran to him.

"Oh f.uck," My eyes were set on his ankle, it was scarlet red, and it was swelling pretty badly. "You alright?" To say I was nervous and scared for him, is an understatement.

"Well, I got tackled harshly by those s.hitheads, oh and my ankle is so freaking red and is swelling, yep I'm fine," He smiled sarcastically with a sickly, sweet voice. Fighting the urge to not do it, I simply can't.

I leaned closer to him and did something I've always wanted to do to him.

I smacked the back of his f.ucking neck. He glares at me and I raise my eyebrows up, challenging him. "I f.ucking hate you, you know that?" He continues to shoot daggers with his eyes and I stuck my tongue out at him. I went back to coach, who looked tense as freaking hell.