Two Brothers

Chapter 11

Lucas's P.O.V

Apparently yesterday Tyler got sick and couldn't come visit me. I feel bad for Jake. Especially since his parents had to go out of town.

When Tyler gets sick, he doesn't want to eat and will fight you if you try to force him.

But Jacob is smart enough to call Coach and Evan.

Now that I think about it. What is Coach's real name? I remeber when I first met him, has actually the one who got me into football.

Kinda.

***Flashback***Lucas's past P.O.V***

It was the last period of the day and that ment gym class. I hate gym class.

Not because I'm not good at it. It's because I'm like a human target, for Daulton Peterson. The guy who makes my life a living hell.

Also because my gym teacher tries to get me to play football. Even though I'm good at it I just don't want to get in the way of my older brother Michael.

I walked in the locker room and changed into a black shirt with a white shirt.

As I was putting my stuff in my locker, my best friend Tyler leaned against the locker beside me.

"Join the team." He said.

"Ty we've had this conversation before. I'm not joining the football team."

My other friend Chase leaned against the locker on my other side.

"Why not?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

"We've all had this conversation. And the last time we did I tackled Tyler and basically tried to kill you. Cg are just got in the cross fire." I said looking them both in the eyes.

I closed my locker and started walking to the field.

As I was walking onto the field I heard someone scream 'GET HIM!'.

As that was said I was tackled to the ground.

"Join the football team!" They yelled in unison as they tried to hold me down.

Tried.

I turned my body and grabbed Tyler's arm pulling it in an arm submission.

"I will break your arm!"I yelled.

"Wait, wait, wait! If you let me go I promise won't bring this up again." He let out a wince of pain." Stop pulling god dammit!"

I let him go and continued walking to the middle of the field.

***

"Today we are going to be playing a simple game of seven on sevon football. This two hand touch football so no tackling." He said looking down at his clipboard.

"Seniors with sophmores and juniors with freshman."

Chase and Tyler are a year holder than me so we were on separate reams. He being a freshman and then being a sophmore.

***

It was 9-8 with seniors and sophmores winning.

I looked at Tyler and we connected eyes with each other.

We gave each other death glares.

In the next play Tyler was hiked the ball. Knowing I was faster than him I ran straight for him. I dodged through players like my life depended on it, and finally full on tackled Tyler.