Defend Me

Chapter 3: The Facts

Blake's Point of View
Feeling another hard hit to my chest, I am pushed onto the floor. I groaned in pain before taking my running back's hand to help me up. I sighed. I wanted to so badly tell my offensive line how much they sucked, but I couldn't. I had to be on coach's good side. If he hears about me having been arrested, he will be furious. I will surely be kicked off the team, or at least on the bench for few games. I can not risk it.

"Alright! That is enough practice for the day. Hit the showers and report to practice at 7am tomorrow. Do not be late!" Coach shouted. Anger was not evident in his tone which was weird. Coach is a very angry guy. The whole team nodded, awfully afraid of what coach may do if we don't follow his orders. He's a scary guy and his temper only adds to it. We all know not to mess with Coach.

I grabbed my things and walked back into the locker room. Walking into the large space, I went straight to my assigned locker. It's in the center of the room and my name is plastered along the top. It was once an honor to have been assigned starting quarterback, but now I think otherwise. So much pressure is given to me to be the best. Don't get me wrong, I am the best but people are only pushing me to be even more perfect. I was once able to do it, but now that I am facing everything alone, I can't. Something from the past caused me to change my love for the game. Now all I see is the fame and the glory, and it's not enough. I just wish I could check out of this life and go back to a time when I knew that I loved being on the field.

I shoved my shoulder pads into my locker and change into a pair of black shorts and a team t-shirt. I slid out of my blue cleats and pulled on some black Nikes. I ran my hand through my sweaty hair, attempting to get rid of the mess my helmet made. I then grabbed my blue duffel bag and walked out of the room. I didn't bother to say bye to any of the guys, not really having a friendship with them all. I headed straight to my car, waving at some of the guys that were my friends. I was ready to pass out on the couch.

"Hey Blake!" I heard Carlos shout. I turned around and saw him jogging up to me. His short brown hair bobbled on his head as he moved. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. No more partying for me." I told him. Carlos and Asher were the only two people that knew I had been arrested from drunk driving. Surprisingly, the media has not found out about it. Coach would have been pissed today at practice. I'm just waiting for the bomb to go off. Coach finds out everything eventually.

"Oh yeah. Sorry dude. Asher find you a great lawyer yet?" Carlos asked. I shrugged. I hadn't really talked to my best friend since he bailed me out of jail last week. I assume he has. That's what his job is. I don't pay him just to look pretty.

"Don't know. I'll figure it out though, everything does happen for a reason." I told him. I was here because of everything that occurred in my life. Even the regrets that occurred got me here. There is nothing I would change about it, well there was one.

"Hey, your phone is ringing." Carlos said to me. I faintly heard my phone within my duffel bag. I searched for it, seeing it was my sister calling. "Who is it?"

"It's Ash's girlfriend." I told Carlos. No one really knew Sophie and I were twins. It's a good thing she stays in California while Asher and I travel during the football season. I'm sure everyone would try to hit on her or ask for her number. These boys are careless and ruthless.

"Alright man. See you tomorrow. Stay safe and no more trouble!" Carlos said before walking off to his own car. I rolled my eyes before answering my sister's call.

"Hello?" I said feeling confused as to why she was even calling. Asher didn't tell her, did he? I swear that boy does not know how to keep a secret. I am going to kill him next time I see him.