By Your Side; Ksimon

Chapter Four

Simon's POV

I juggled my football in the backyard mindlessly, seeing how many I could do, I was trying to keep up with my number count, but I was doing it to fast.

I did all of them with my right foot. Once I got bored of that I flicked the ball up, resting it on my head and trying to keep it there, it fell off after a couple of seconds.

Grumbling I picked the football back up and kept trying juggling, after I counted to fifty I flicked it back up to my head, holding it right on my hairline. I moved back and forth and kept it there for fifteen seconds.

I smiled as I caught the ball dropping down with my right foot and kept juggling.

I heard a whistle, like a cat call go off, being carried by the wind. I looked up, right there was the entire team of varsity guys.

Immediatly my face went pink and the ball fell off my foot, I looked down embarrassed, unsure of what to do. Before I knew it, they were walking up to my yard.

"You got skill." A smaller guy came up to me with a big smile, "I'm Vik."

"S-Si-" I went to say my name, when a young boy came up, I recognized him immediatly, he was one of the only freshman, "You're name is Simon. We all know your name here mate."

My eyes widened slightly, no one even knows I exist, yet alone my name? "O-Oh..."

I saw JJ and Cal at the back, just watching. Cal gave a small smile at me, I gave him one back. JJ just looked away angerily.

I ran over and over what JJ said to me Friday, but I still couldn't figure out what the hell he meant. A stupid part of me thought he was a decent guy, someone I could be friends with, I was so wrong.

And how did the teacher know it wasn't my fault? Did he just assume? Maybe it is my fault...

"What position do you play?" Asked a guy with a strong stubble. "Striker..."

The other boys whisper thoughtfully, nodding and talking to one another, "We were looking for a striker..." Says Tobi. A younger boy comes up next to him.

"Will you be our striker!" He blurts out. A couple of boys looked annoyed, but one catches my eye. I feel my heart stop as the tan boy who punched me in the bathroom steps forward.

"This is fucking insane. He isn't tough enough, look at his lanky body." In that moment I felt incredibly small. He sent a shooting glance over to JJ, then back at me, "He won't be able to save your ass on that pitch. You'll never be able to handle it." He got closer, all up in my face. I could smell the smoke off of his jacket. I stayed incredibly still, not knowing what to do, waiting for him to hit.

"Bro chill." A guy named Harry said. I recognized him, he was only a freshman. He had bright blue eyes, and the brightest smile you could ever see. His teeth weren't straight yet though, but all the freshman girls were attracted to him, even some guys. Needless to say, everyone's favorite underclassmen.

Harry tugs on the guys arm, clearly not doing anything. Finally the tan guy backs up, going back in with the group. Allowing me to let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"We've got another game next Sunday, at 10. Be there at 9, ready to go, got it?" Says a voice I didn't recognize. I went to speak, to tell them I wouldn't play, but they didn't give me a chance, "See you then."

The group walks off, leaving me dumbfounded in my little yard, but then Cal comes running over, giving me a reassuring look, "The mates are really kind, t-they'll warm up to you soon." He pats me on the back, and races off after the group.