This Is The Story Of Sports

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A yawn escaped my mouth as I pushed the gym doors open. Four fifteen is too early for this crap. Tiredly, I pushed my backpack onto the bleachers and walked over to Coach Brail to receive my clip board.

Looking around, I began to mark off all the names of the people who were in the gym. The only one who wasn't there was Marie Bels. She was a laid back brunette with a large attitude and killer goalie skills. Right now she was most likely curled up under a thousand blankets sleeping. She was one of my best friends but she was often too caught up in practicing lacrosse to hang out.

The first a.m. practice came with an assortment of things, shirtless guys, sweat, practice games and puking. Of course, I sat there slightly laughing at the difference of the returning players, who were handling this like a new walk in the park, and the new players, who looked as if they were going to die.

I got up got up and began to pick up the lacrosse balls no one was using. I made sure to stay as far away from players as possible, not wanting to be turned into a kebab.

"Ellena look out!" I heard Kasey yell to me just before a body quickly fell on top of mine. Definitely not Kasey. Too blonde to be Kasey. Too muscular to be Kasey. Jack's laughter pulled me out of my thoughts.

As he got up I realized it was Steven Porce, one of the nicer pawns that belonged to Jack. He was also an amazing football player. "Ay, Little Red, haven't talked to you in forever. " He said pulling me off of the floor.

I dusted myself off and forced a smile. "Steven, I'm like four inches shorter than you and my hairs not even red it's pink. " He laughed and fixed his hair.

"I should get back to actually doing my work, wouldn't want coach to yell at me." He smiled and ran off. Damn those blue eyes. Nope, shut up El. You can't check out one of his pawns. That's not allowed.

I put my hair into a bun and finished picking up the balls, paying more attention to my surrounding then I had done before.

"Everyone make your way to the track were doing five timed laps to figure out your speed standing, tomorrow we'll figure out your strength standing. " Coach Brail said before blowing his whistle. "Ms. Downs grab your clip board, time and write down everyone's lap speed."

I nodded and grabbed my phone and clip board, following the large group of boys to the ice cold track. The track was in prestige condition at all the time because our school wasted fifteen thousand dollars on underground heaters to place under the track and field.

I was used to having to keep track of a bunch of times at once because of my many years keeping track of Alice's, Marie's and Nina's lap speeds when they were preparing for spring sports.

After everyone finished their first lap, I read back the first lap scores, telling them that Steven, Jack and Jason had tied for first.

Jason was just another pawn in Jack's kingdom, just another person to do his business. He wasn't as nice as Steven in anyway. But, yet again, what else would you suspect from a person nicknamed Mr.Butt.

I moved to the side of the track to allow them to continue running and began timing their laps again. Some seemed to get faster with every lap, as if the first lap was a warm up; other's times dropped as they grew weary from the sprinting.

I watched Alice's brother run into the gated track area and throw on his running shoes. Bubbles, his real mame is Alex, was a bit reckless, he was the kid not worried to get suspended and not afraid to get in fights. He was fast, strong and occasionally a playful dick.

"Bubble's you're late." I said not looking up from the timer. He grabbed his stick and I saw a smirk conjure up on his face. I somehow knew what he was going to do, feeling a small handful of snow hit my forehead. I signed, feeling a smile crawl across my face. "I hate you Bubbles!" I yelled slightly laughing.

" Mark me as on time, remember you owe me one El!" He said as he ran onto the track. An hour late, seems on time to me. I checked his part of the slip and putting down good times for his two first laps. Shaking the snow off I continued to time the players that had not finished their laps.

Practice every so slowly came to an end and I smiled as I walked into the warmth of the school. Smiling from the warmth, I put my hair up into a bun and adjusted my clothing. I grabbed my backpack and ran up to my homeroom.

"Alice, I had the best practice of my life. " I said sprawling out on her desk. She playfully rolled her eyes at me.

"It's your first practice you have ever attended, of course its your favorite there's nothing else to compare to." She stated, working on her calculus homework.

I laughed, knowing she was right but I was so happy with practice. I didn't find a way to damage myself, I wasn't terribly made fun of and I didn't have to actually work out. I might slightly enjoy working out but I'd rather not run laps at five in the morning.

I walked to my first period class with a skip in my step. I knew I shouldn't of been that happy, but for some reason my day seemed as if nothing bad could happen.

"Ay. Little Red. " I turned around knowing it was Steven, giving him a questioning look. He usually never talked to me in class. Steven hadn't actually talked to me since Jack and I broke up before homecoming. "You did a pretty good job out there, keeping time and stuff. " I give him a smile, not being completely sure why he had decided to complement me.

"Yea Ellena." Jack spoke, making me even more confused. "Guess you belong in lacrosse just as much as I do. "

"Wait I'm confused. You're talking to me now and you're being nice?" I asked and they nodded in return. "Did you guys get hit a little too hard in defense practice?" They laughed.

"No, coach said everyone needs to be friends with everyone. Thought that maybe I could try to be friends with the one person who hated my guts. " Jack spoke putting his feet on the desk.

"Um, okay. Sounds believable. " I said, my smile disappearing into confusion as I turned around to finish my work.