Reality And Us

Chapter Three

It was wednesday. The day Nick had school starting from eight thirty till three thirty in the afternoon, with lunch break of course, and now he was standing already exhausted on the field, waiting for everyone else to appear, so that training could start. Some other people were already there, talking with each other.

After the training he'd meet up with his friends, but since they would only meet later, he right now was surrounded by people he didn't care much to interact with.

The girls' football team was already there, mostly, and since it wasn't football season their teams would train together quite often - there was just no reason not to.

The only thing Nick couldn't stand about the girls training with them was the others from his team behaving so frivolously in his opinion, their childish attemps at impressing or flirting with the girls annoying the boy too much. And some of the comments his team members would make made him seriously cringe or actually get angry at them - and he definitly respected the girls who put up with that. At least the ones who didn't play along with it.

Because, yes, some of the girls were equally as bad as some of the boys. And Nick really, really just wanted to practice.

These hormonal teenagers with their never satisfied need to be the best are the worst, he thought to himself, as he watched some of his teammates being quite unprofessional with a group of girls.

Honestly, he was better than them, and their unnessecary want to amuse themselves made him look down on them even more, they were nothing but dirt under his shoes, their behaviour really didn't stop his arrogance from growing.

In a way, he pitied them. Like a noble pities the commoners.

Sometimes he wondered wether their brain even had the capacity to grasp the concept of professionalism, and when he looked over again at the group of teenagers he honestly doubted it.

"Everyone, attention! We are starting!" The loud voice of the girls' coach echoed through the field, interrupting his thoughts, "We'll all be training together today!"

Nicklas sighed, his feet already moving on their own. They always ran laps at the beginning, until the coach thought it was time to finish. Which was, sonetimes, only at a point where the players were almost begging for mercy.

That wednessday the coach was in a good mood, and they didn't have to run for long. Even though, compared to the others Nick was already quite exhausted.

"Damn, your stamina's really bad!", a member of his team commented.

What was his name again? Walker?

A girl looked over to them annoyed, and stated "What do you expect from a keeper? They aren't exactly the ones to run around all the time."

The probably-named Walker turned around, mustering the girl for a split second, and then said "I don't know how your team handles this, but us boys usually have athletic people as athletes, even if it's just for the keeper."

Nick really wasn't appreciative of said comment. Who does that scumbag think he is?, he scoffed, turning the probably-named Walker's attention on him again.

"Who are you talking about, exactly?", Nick asked, readjusting himself. He didn't think much of violence, but he wasn't opposed to using his broad shoulders and his height to his advantage. Looking at the boy visibly a lot smaller than him, he stared at the other with what Jamie calls 'The Scary Glare'.

Walker or whatever his name was gulped, before answering "I was just joking, sorry if I offended you . . . I need to go somewhere", and he rushed off.