I know its been almost a year but I can explain! Well, in all honesty, if you've read anything else I have ever posted, you KNOW the reason why. That mixed with alot, and I mean ALOT of family problems, I'm surprised to find these stories still intact. I'm sorry to those who have been waiting for so long, and thank you for your continuous support. Let's just hope from now on I can actually make something out of this! Remember, I dont own anything I might make a reference to!
Drew POV
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Ah, American Football. The most traditional path to popularity and the 50's version of The American Dream. What could possibly go wrong for high school students partaking in this tradition? How about the Coach screaming red faces on the side lines
"What the hell are you doing?!" Coach Estrada shouted as the formation disbanded "Every time you idiots fumble the ball, one of my brain cells shoots itself!"
He looked at his wristwatch and scowled before blowing his whistle for the final time "Get your behinds off of my field and into the locker room!"/
Minus what was bound to be a lecture in the locker rooms, practice was officially over for the day. The team started breaking into groups, some talking, some talking off their clothes, and some heading home as they were.
Most guys headed back to the locker rooms, talking about the first game which would be coming up at the end of next week. I was first string, of course.
"Nice work today, Takahashi!" Coach Estrada praised, patting me on the shoulder after I grabbed my water bottle "Keep this up, and I just know you're getting spotted for a scholarship."
Two years ago I would've hated The comment, but now it filled me with a sense of pride "That means alot, coming from you. Thank you sir."
He chuckled, scoping the group around us. His twinkling eyes landed on a particular group that seemed to be having some trouble "The rookies this year are looking promising." He comments, turning my attention to them.
Two of them were still rosy faced from practice, one was attempting to chug a bottle of water in one go, and A fourth was laying on the ground. All of them were drenched in sweat.
If anyone else saw this, they would probably think coach was crazy for putting them on the team; if not that, then those kids were hopeless for thinking they would last. That's just how hard Coach pushed everyone though. These four were probably stars in the 8th grade, but Coach's regime will spin anyone around and drop them on their butt the first few practices. I guess that about sums up high school as a whole though, doesn't it?
"I want you to talk to them, Drew" He mused out loud "Maybe even start mentoring them outside of practice."
I had to have been dreaming. There was no way he was talking to me, right? "Me, Coach? Are you sure? Why would you want me to talk to the newbies? "
He raised an eyebrow and gave me The Look. The Look that translated to 'You're really going to ask me that, boy?' "Why not?"
Being even considered was exciting, but I just didn't think I had the time. School work already was taking up most of my time not to mention normal practice, and my job at Jae's Cafe. I couldn't lose that job, but I couldn't tell coach that I was working. If I did, he'd tell my parents, which would in turn force me to tell them about the bar, and they would never let me go in that district of the city again. I wish I was over exaggerating!
"Well, there are plenty of others that are better fits as mentors! Jason for one-"
"Is on Academic probation." Coach finished, killing that option.
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