Finding Me Through You

Captain and Song Writing

Sorry, I'm barely updating. School has gotten me a little shaken up. Anyways, here you guys go...

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"Why are you not dressed?!" Coach yelled.

"Sir, I wasn't informed." Quen replied.

Load of bs is what I hear.

Coach rolled his eyes then his attention caught me.

"Golden Hands! Here. Now." Coach yelled.

"Bro, good luck. If you need back up, talk loud so we know when to butt in." Diego said as he looked at me with worry.

I smiled, "thanks bro."

I approached Coach.

"Yes sir." I greeted.

"Gil told me here he wasn't informed about practice when the rest of these goons dressed out. Now tell me, which one of you has the audacity to lie to my face." Coach said calmly but with authority.

Coach's eyebrows always meets which gives the illusion that he is one not to clash with. Everyone is basically afraid of him.

Trust me, he is frightening and looks as if he could kill a man with his pinky.

Coach however, is a pretty decent and caring man.

His physical appearance contrast his personality.

The thing is, people just have to look past that to see the better person inside.

I looked at Quen.

He couldn't even look at me. He had that same smug in his face. Like he can pummel anyone if necessary.

I can't be fooled. I believe he's a coward.

"With all do respect sir, as captain I believe in your morals. Believe that everyone has the potential if they choose to try hard and practice it. When I entered this gym these guys told me practice was cancelled but I couldn't afford loosing our first game in two days, so I forced to them to dress out. So why would Quen be an exemption?" I explained.

I looked at Quen. I didn't care for him at this point.

"It doesn't make sense to have a team mate not dress out especially if everyone else is. Then again, it also doesn't make sense to leave their team in thin air." I rolled my eyes.

Quen looked at me quickly.

"Shut your fu**ing mouth, Padilla. You don't want shit from me." Quen with his deep voice yelled.

I smiled. I got even closer to him. To tease him. I don't know why but I fancy it when Quen gets angry. It's hilarious.

Like a chihuahua trying to act like guard dog.

"Would you look at that, you're actually useful. Use that anger in the game and you may actually be asked to become team captain, that's if you fix that big ego attitude of yours." I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"Okay okay, that's enough. Lead this practice, Padilla. You're dismissed." Coach demanded.

I looked at coach who had a hint of smile in his face.

Anyone can tell he was trying so hard not to laugh. He was trying with all his might to look serious as ever.

"Thank—" I didn't even finish my sentence because I hit the ground.

Quen punched me.

"You talk to much." Quen said.

I got up slowly. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth.