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Lacrosse Time

Thomas POV:

Thomas stepped out of the locker room and walked out to the field. It was the night of their first lacrosse game and everyone was a little bit on edge. Thomas was especially on high wire; this being his first lacrosse game since the Maze. Thankfully, Minho and Scott were there to help him through it.

Thomas turned around to the sound of someone snickering behind him. He saw Minho downing a thermos and jumping in a spazzed out way.

"Hey Min, what are you doing?" Thomas asked suspiciously.

"OH DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME, YA SHANK! I'M MORE READY THEN I'LL EVER BE!!!!! OOOOYEAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Minho shouted.

Thomas rolled his eyes but looked at his friend with concern. "Dude, are you sure your okay? Are you on anything or what?" 

Minho laughed boisterously, "I HAD MORE COFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Thomas shook his head and made his way onto the field.

"Okay ladies, listen up. We're playing Devenford this evening, so you gotta bring your A-game. Danny, you're in goal. Scott, Stiles- get the team ready." Coach said.

"Alright guys, you know what to do! Now let's kick some ass!!!" Scott shouted!!

The team all yelled in unison, but Minho was heard above them all. "Let's GOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

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Thomas ran down the field with the ball, his eyes searching for Minho. Minho has been the MVP this whole game so far; from screaming at the team and straight up sprinting up and back and up and back the field the whole night. There he was again streaking  in between all the players wide open, per usual. Thomas tossed him the ball and watched in awe as the shank scored his 19th goal of the night.

"YASSSSS SLINTHEAD!!!" Minho cried. The whole team ran up and slapped him with congratulatory cheers. "Hey, shuckface, nice pass!" Minho said, pointing at Thomas. 

"Thanks Min, keep up the good work!" Thomas said, forcing his enthusiasm. He'd been saying the same thing after every one of Minho's goals.

Thomas turned just in time to hear the ref blow the whistle, signaling the end of the game. The Beacon Hills Lacrosse team shouted and ran off the field, full of spirit. They'd smoked Devenford 21-5; Minho scored 19, Scott scored one, and Thomas scored one.

"Hey Thomas! Awesome game, man. I was thinking we could get some of the shanks on this team to celebrate with us. Me and Gally found this dope spot for a bonfire tonight. What do ya say? For old times sake?" Frypan asked, coming onto the field behind Thomas.

Thomas smiled at the thought, remembering all the fun times they used to have in the Glade. "Sounds great, Fry. I'll see who all will come."

Thomas walked over to the celebrating group and joined the elation.

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Thomas, Minho, Scott, Liam, Isaac, and a few other boys walked over to the spot Frypan had told Thomas about. They had literally gone all out- Fry had pulled together some sort of snack, Gally had made his "special" drink, and the bonfire was enormous.

"Hey, how'd you guys pull this together in such a short time? Frypan literally cooked something," Thomas questioned with a laugh.