A Life Less Ordinary

New Hopes New Dreams New Ways

                Nathan walked me back over to the sports field after we ate lunch. He was right there was some really good places to eat on campus. Even the smoothie place was good...as far as smoothies went. I was still failing to see the value of kale as a food source. I felt pleasantly full but no so much that I was going to die during try outs.

Nathan wished me luck and went to join two guys sitting in the bleachers. Both were huge. One was easily a foot and a half taller than me and built. Broad shoulders, a jawline I was struggling to not imagine nibbling and arms his poor shirt was failing to adequately contain. I couldn't see his eyes from here, but I got the impression they were a dark brown to match his glossy black hair.

The other guy Nathan went to sit with was nearly as tall and almost as wide. His black hair was cut close to his scalp. I could see a glint of gold in his left ear. I couldn't see the color of his eyes either, but I could tell they were just as dark as the rest of him was. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I wasn't entirely sure I wasn't drooling. If his friend had a tasty jawline and Nathan was petable, this guy was, well lickable. I wanted to lick his pecs. There had to be something in the water. The guys were gorgeous, and my hormones had woken up interested. I was now up to eight guys I was struggling to keep at arm's length...fortunately my arms were just as stubby as the rest of me.

Shaking my head, I started getting my gear on. I needed to do well today. It was almost a dream come to true to be able to try out for this team. We lost to them last year at nationals which sucked but this team had dominated private school field hockey for the last decade. I couldn't think of a better team to have played hard and just miss beating. Now I was being given the chance to wear the grey and gold. I could feel the nervous butterflies starting to swirl in my stomach.

"Ankle Biter! Is that you?" I looked up to see a tall girl striding towards me. I recognized her hair from last years finals. She had the facial structure to pull off such a short cut. To be honest I had a little bit of a girl crush on her, her playing was phenomenal, and she was attractive. I wasn't attracted to girls but if I was, Karen would be my dream girl.

"Karen, right? I remember you from the finals. I'm thrilled to be given the opportunity to try out for the team." I tried really hard not to blush or gush. Calm was the name of the game.

"Pfft, I already have you on the roster. I need you to help evaluating the potentials today. I know you've been a backer for the last few years, but I might move you around a bit. Do you have the gear for other positions?" She asked as I finished getting my cleats on.

"I have a midfield stick in my bag. I have never played goal so don't have the right gear for it. I've been deemed too short to be a forward the last couple years, so I didn't buy a new stick when I hit my full growth." I told her. I paused for a moment realizing that my full height was just to her chin. We both burst out laughing.

"Pretty sure you can still out play most of these hopefuls even with a too heavy stick. Okay we'll get started coach will be here in a bit, he got held up at the biology lab." Karen turned away and called the collected group of girls together.

I skipped putting my mouth guard in for the moment. If I was going to be talking I would rather it be clear and not shwashwa. I started stretching out my legs while Karen introduced the returning team members and me to the hopefuls. The returning members seemed to be excited that I was there. Which struck me as strange. I was the one that should be excited. I was getting to play on my dream team. I wasn't sure what I brought to the table that wasn't already here.

Karen broke us up into positions and started running skills. She had me start with the girls who were interested in playing backs. Some of the group were returning players, the rest were freshmen looking for a chance. I wasn't sure which system we would be playing but I wanted to give Karen the best combination of backs and potential sweepers I could. Ten minutes into skills drills Karen called me over to run skills with the mid field group. I didn't bother changing my stick for skills. I liked my wooden stick for running skills. The extra weight helped to build forearm strength.