IDIOSYNCRASY // Soccer

Ch. 16

I walk into the school with an ecstatic smile on my face. Somehow, I was still happy from the day before. Something good was going to happen today, I could feel it.

When I open up the school gates, my smile faltered and then faded. The school was giving me one look, pity. Why was everyone staring at me this way.

Liam slowly approaches me, "Coach is having a team meeting." He says before speeding off. What the hell? Did something of mine leak on the internet?

I saunter towards Coach's office. The whole team was crammed in there with a scared expression on their faces. Everyone held their breathe when I opened the door. Coach gestured me to sit down and I oblige.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" I laugh. But the awkwardness was still there.

"Listen, Evans. There is this tradition every ten years that we switch a player from the opossing high school. They chose you, and we chose Tristan." Coach says.

"So, you just traded me for the week without even telling me about this tradition?" I say with anger lacing in my tone.

"We didn't know it was going to be you." Bryson says.

"Bullshit!" Parker exclaims.

"Elliot, watch your language." Coach reprimands.

"No! We all knew it was this year. We all knew they were going to pick Charlotte. She is the best in the State!" Parker says.

"Elliot, if you don't start to respect me right now you're benched." Coach says. Parker shuts up after that.

"Just tell me what high school I'm going to." I say.

"Easton High." Coach hesitantly says.

"You have to be joking me."  I blankly say.

Easton High was the school's rival. They were notorious for drugs, gangs, and other messed up shit. Great to be cliche. My whole life is just cliche.

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I step out of my car and look at my surroundings. Easton High doesn't look as sketchy as everyone says it is. It was lunch time, the school made me go to two classes before leaving. Stupid, I know.

I open up the school's gates and feel the stares on me. I follow the sign where it says administrating office. "Charlotte Evans." I say as the receptionist types away. She looks up and hands me my temporary schedule, and she sends me off with her look of pity.

I walk into the cafeteria door and was shocked to see what I presume the soccer team waiting for me. A guy grabs my arm and pulls me to a table. "Everyone, this is Charlotte Evans from San Francisco High. This is the girl who is replacing Tristan."

They sit me down to what I am guessing is the jock table. "Oh how rude of us. I am Ryan." Ryan says. I nod my head awkwardly as they all introduce themselves. Scott, Ashton, Davis, Christopher, Daniel, Luke, Jacob, and Josh.

There was a pizza sitting in front of me. I slowly pick up the pizza, embarrassed to eat. Ryan rolls his eyes before taking my pizza and shoving it in my mouth.

The pizza hits my gag reflex and I hit him on his arm. After chewing, I hit Ryan again. "I could've died." I over exaggerate.

"Yes, of starvation." Ryan rolls his eyes.

"So, how is it sitting at your rival's table?" Luke asks.

"You aren't as bad as they say you are." I say.

Daniel scoffs, "I guess that is the best compliment we will get."

Gym. It was my favorite subject here. They placed me in advanced classes. I do not know why they all thought I was smart. In class, I didn't understand one thing.

We were playing dodgeball today. "Charlotte." Ryan says. I am the first person he picks to be on his team. Why? Ryan has been acting nice to me all day. In fact, the whole team is acting nice. Was this a front?

When all the players were picked, my body was shaking of nervousness. Before, I had only played dodgeball few amount of times. I was well at it. But, I was playing with a completely different set of people.

The Coach blows his whistle before students rush over to get a ball. I stand over in the corner, like any other girl would. But I stop my tracks, I wasn't any other girl. I was Charlotte Evans! I rush over to get a ball and throw the ball to the first person I see.

The ball hits the guy on his arm and he sends me a look of confusion. I shrug in response. A brown headed guy throws a ball in my direction, not expecting me to catch it. But when I did, his smirk turned into a frown.

I continued to throw balls at all the students on the opposing team. Everyone was out on my team. There was one boy on the other team as well. Isn't fate planning this out great?

I recognize the only guy on the team. Daniel. He smirks as he throws the ball at me. I was too busy trying to figure out who the guy was. But when I snapped into realization, the ball was meters away from me. I widen my eyes before bending my body back.

My position was like a back bend. I thrust my arms up and grab the foam ball. I wince when my back hits the hard ground. The class erupts into cheers when they all realize the ball was in my hands.

I get off the floor before pushing my arm up to show the ball. Daniel walks over to me and slings his arm over my shoulder. "Good job, Char'." 

I cringe when he says Char, "Never call me Char, ever again. You can call me whatever you want, but not Char."

"Okay, sweetpea!" Daniel mocks.

I roll my eyes and shove the foam ball in Daniel's face. "Okay, Danny Boy."

Daniel cringes as I did before. "Don't call me Danny Boy."

"Okay, sweetums." I mock.

Easton High wasn't as bad as everyone says it is. In fact, I was having just as much fun here as I do in San Fran.

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I hope you enjoy that chapter! It is a bit short, and rushed a little. But, it seems like this is the new normal. Personal stuff has been going on lately so don't mind my horrendous writing. Do you think Easton High is bad so far? Or do you think Easton High is good? Don't forget to vote and comment!