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We were losing and it was my fault

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We were losing and it was my fault. Shortly before the game started, Sean Thomas took me aside and gave me a 'pep talk' which instead of having the desired effect, made me more nervous and cautious, ruining the game for the rest of the team. My teammates had questioned the decisions I had made and as I walked back to the sidelines, I saw Coach Ang getting ready to yell at me. 

"Nixon!" Darcie's voice called above the crowd, making me snap my head in her direction. As I'd requested, she was wearing one of my spare football jerseys over her cheer leading uniform and someone had painted my number onto her cheeks. She broke away from the other girls and ran to me. When the distance between us closed, she frowned at me and threw her arms up in the air. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Taking my helmet off, I stared at Darcie, amazed by the language that she used. She was one of the few girls that didn't curse often so when she did drop the f-bomb, you took note of what she was saying. From behind me, I could hear Coach shouting my name but I continued to ignore him as I focused on Darcie. 

"What is going on in your head?" Darcie demands, her hand going to her popped out hip. "What are you thinking about?"

"Everything," I answer with a sigh. "I'm thinking about Mia, you, Sean, the coach, my family... there's too much going on in my head."

Stepping closer, Darcie reaches up her hand and pulls it back before she brings it down with a crack across my cheek. I winced from the pain. "What are you thinking about now?"

"I'm thinking about how much that hurt," I said through gritted teeth. "Why did you slap me?"

"To snap you out of it," Darcie explains. She shrugs her shoulders in a manner that showed me she wasn't the least bit sorry for hitting me and the look in her eye tells me that she wouldn't mind hitting me again. "Don't think about Mia. Don't think about me. Don't think about Coach. Don't think about your family. None of that matter. The only thing that you need to focus on is the game. Getting the ball to where it needs to go. Winning. That should be your focus, nothing else. All the other stuff will still be there later, but the game is now. That's where your head should be. Now, take it out from up your ass and lead the team! And then after, we're going to get ice cream."

Honestly, this girl has a Jekyll and Hyde personality. I nod and turn back to look at Coach Ang who is watching me with a smile on his face. I can feel the smugness oozing from him as he points towards the field where the rest of the team are waiting for me. I hesitate to join them. 

"Go!" Darcie yells at me. She points towards the field too. "Or I'll gladly bitch slap you again!"

I didn't need to be told twice.

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