If You Only Knew //e.g.d

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*Friday night, the big game*

Ethan's POV
"Alright. Big game tonight." Coach said in our huddle in the locker rooms. "I believe in each and everyone one of you. Play hard. Be aggressive. Show me whose boss!" All the boys whistled. "And last... YOU BETTER WIN!" Coach shouted and we clapped and hollered back.

"What are we gonna do?" Will shouted, moving to the center of our huddle.

"Win!" The team shouted back.

"What are we gonna do?!"

"Win!"

"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!!"

"WIN!!!" We all shouted at the top of our lungs. We jumped around and clapped.

"What team?!" Matthew shouted.

"Wildcats!" Grayson shouted back and clapped. I shook my head as everything went quiet. Everyone groaned and smacked Grayson.

"You ruined it Gray." Our teammate laughed. Grayson shrugged as we lined up to go on the field.

We ran out, the crowd roaring and the lights shining bright. Football is my home. I love this.

*****

52- 34

We DEMOLISHED them.

We scored too many touchdowns to count. We killed the other team. The crowd was stomping on the bleachers as the clock rung the end of the game. The team tackled each other to the ground, laughing and screaming in joy.

We won the final game of the season.

After the game, everyone went straight to Wills house to have a celebratory party.

Grayson and I took our time in the locker room, and headed back home after they all left the field. We drove home and took long showers. Grayson decided he wasn't going to go to the party considering it was already 11:30, but I decided to stop by for a little while.

I didn't hurry to show up at the party, with full intentions of leaving as soon as possible.

*11:37pm*

Vanessa's POV
How am I supposed to sleep when all I can hear is music bumping and people laughing and screaming? My brother doesn't have parties here often, but when he does, I never get any sleep.

I've locked my door so no one can come in my room. I had already put on short shorts and a tight tank top to sleep, which I wasn't able to do with all this noise.

I usually don't go downstairs during parties, but I was really hungry. I decided to go downstairs and hopefully snag a slice of pizza.

Just getting down the stairs I had to weave through couples making out. I had to push through people dancing and talking, and plug my ears when I passed the speakers.

I finally made it to the kitchen to get food, when I saw that the kitchen was the main jock hang out. Perfect. Just my luck.

I was suddenly bumped into the wall by a jock who turned around with a drink in his hand.

"Hey look who showed up!" He slurred.

"Actually I was just leaving." I crinkled my nose. The stinging smell of alcohol was already getting to me. Last thing I want is to be stuck in a room with drunk jocks.

Before I could turn around someone bumped me into the center of the circle of boys.

"Woah, you're actually kinda cute," Matthew said creepily. "You should stop hiding behind your hair so much, maybe you'd have a boy toy." Matthew smirked and reached his hand out to me.

"Stay away!" I shouted and hit his hand down. He caught my wrist and twisted it like an Indian burn. I wailed in pain and yanked my hand out of his grip.

What's gotten into these people?

Oh. Alcohol.

I stumbled back into someone's arms. The boy linked my arm in his so my back was pressed up to his chest and I couldn't move. I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but it was hopeless.

"Let go of me!" I shouted. "Will!?" He was nowhere to be seen.

One other jock I've never seen before slowly walked towards me with a smirk on his face. I kicked one leg at him, but he caught my heel in his palm. I was trapped. He slowly ran his other hand up my bare leg, not breaking eye contact with me. I struggled to move, but I couldn't get out of either of their grips. I didn't stand a chance against a group of football players.

What am I supposed to do? I'm stuck. Trapped. It's over.