Falling

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Friday night lights.

The best night of the week. The crowd is already going wild and we haven't even stepped foot outside of the locker room yet. Our schools football team is pretty well liked. Living in a small town means that just about everyone in town attends the games.

"You guys are going to the after party, right?" Wyatt asks while throwing his jersey on.

Wyatt has been my main man since diapers. He knows me more than I know myself. And sadly, I know the idiot more than he knows himself.

"Yeah man, we're going to kick South High all the way back to where they came from and that's going to call for a celebration!" Mason hollers back. "I need to get some action tonight. It's been like a solid week."

I take it back.

Mason is the real idiot here. I've had the misfortune of knowing him since middle school. He's the same douche bag that he was back in middle school.

Why did I become friends with him? I ask myself that very question everyday. Multiple times.

"Wyatt, did you ever end up asking that girl out?"

Luke. The guy that every mother wants her son to be like. The guy that I would want my son to be like. You know, if I had a son.

"Yeah man," Wyatt says proudly "We're going to grab something to eat before the party. She's bringing her friends. You guys in?"

My eyebrows shoot up. This is the first I've heard about a girl. "Who'd you ask out?"

He never mentioned anything to me about asking anyone out. I tie my laces up and wait for a response. Turning my gaze up to him, I catch him smirking down at me.

"I'll give you a hint. Her name starts with a 'P' and ends with 'eyton'." He gives me the classic cheeky Wyatt grin.

And that was the worst hint.

Mason pats Wyatt on the back while letting out whooping noises as a congratulations. "She's so hot, bro. I would've already asked her out if you hadn't called dibs."

I've never understood the whole 'calling dibs' thing. What if the girl isn't even into the guy that called dibs? Then it ruins all chances for the guys that actually could've stood a chance.

"So Will, she's bringing Katelynn along. You gonna make your move tonight?" Wyatt wiggles his brows up and down.

What I would do to wipe that stupid expression off his face...

I narrow my eyes at him.

Luke and Mason immediately start hollering at Wyatt's comment.

"Man, you got the hots for Katelynn Hale! Since when?" Mason's jumping all around and using crazy hand gestures all while basically yelling.

Without even glancing at any of them, I continued tying my other lace and shake my head. "I said she was cute. That's it. I've never even talked to her before."

Slamming his locker shut, Mason turns to face us with this far off look in his eyes, "The things I wish I could do with that girl. She's so fine." He finishes his sentence with a dramatic sigh, placing his hand over his heart.

My eyes roll involuntarily. "Can you not act like a douche for five seconds?"

"Not a douche, just know what I want." he winks and give me two firm pats on the back.

A loud whistle sounds through the loud locker room followed by a shout from coach to get out on the field.

***

Four years of this and I still haven't gotten used to the adrenaline rush I get from hearing the screaming crowd, the chilly air, the band playing, the bright lights, and the cheerleaders jumping and waving their pom poms around.

One cheerleader in particular catches my eye, just like at every game night.

One hand up in the air waving her pom pom at the crowd.

One hand on her hip.

A little bounce.

And high kick.

It's like her signature move for every football game.

Wyatt comes up behind me and claps me on the back. "You're drooling man. You can't do that at dinner. You'll scare the ladies away."

I look at him over my shoulder to find him smirking. Shaking my head at him I say, "I don't know what you're talking about man. The cheerleaders support us. I'm just supporting them back." I grin before jogging off to the sideline to meet Coach for our team huddle.

At every game, Coach gives us what he likes to call 'inspirational motivation'. Really all it consists of is threats to make us do grueling workouts and extra long practices (in excruciating detail that makes us feel like we're actually going through it) if we lose. He uses a different colorful nickname to address us each time. Then he tells us all that he loves us and finishes by saying a quick prayer for us all.

In all honestly, Coach is like a second father to all of us on the team. I firmly believe that he would drop and do just about anything to help any one of us out at any given time.

"Alright you asshats, now get out there and kick some South High ass!" Coach roars.

Asshats.

That one's new, he's never used that one before.

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First chapter done!

Really short. Nothing too exciting yet. Next chapter will be more eventful, I promise! Lemme know what you thought of it.

But more importantly let me know what you think about Francisco Lachowski ;))

Love, Kay