One of the Boys: Prequel

This is my Prequel for KnightsRachel's one shot competition. Its for her story One of the Boys, and I don't own any othe characters, they are all hers! Check ot her stories if you havent, she's amazing, and one of my favorite writers on Wattpad. Enjoy, comment, vote:)

~Chaz

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"C'mon Brady! Don't fail me now!"Brennan cried as Chase Blackburn tackled his running back behind the line of scrimmage. His knuckles turned white on his controller.

"Just give in," I hinted. "I own at Madden!" Brennan frowned and chose a new play. I expertly switched players and intercepted the ball, before running into the endzone.

 “Mom. Mom, Mom, Mom. Mooooom, MOM!” Brennan whined as I smiled widely at him.

“Yes, Brennan?” Mom asks impatiently.

“Jake already signed up for Little Guy Football last week! We have to do it today!” Brennan whined from beside me on the couch. I was killing him at Madden and he knew it.

“Alright, alright,” Mom sighed, “We’ll go now. Sam, you ready to go honey?”

“Yeah, Mom. I’m killing him anyway. It’s getting pretty boring,” I smirked at my twin.

“Whatever!” Brennan said.

"You just got beat by a girl!" I rubbed in his face a little more.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

“Let’s go,” Mom ushered us out the door and into the car. It was a few weeks before the start of 5th grade, and all the boys were signing up to play Little Guy Football. All of us, me included had played football at recess together since 1st grade. The only difference between me and them was that I’m a girl. The other girls played hopscotch and jump rope but I played football with my brother and is friends, which quickly became my friends as well.

And that was when I said the words that would change my life forever, “Mom, I wanna play football, too!” I still remember the look on her face, we were at a stoplight. It was priceless.

“Samantha, are you sure?” She asked.

“Please, Mom!” I whined. Those years playing at recess and we all quickly realized that I had a better throwing arm than any of them. They also liked to say that I was really bossy, too.

Mom smoothly parked the car and led us to the building where signups were taking place. Finally she spoke, “If you're sure, yes you can play with your brother.”

“Yes!” Brennan and I said together and slapped high fives.

I have never regretted that day, and I know that football has made me a stronger person. I pulled my dark blue Riverside middle school jersey and shoulder pads over my head and then laced up my shoes before heading out of the locker room full of cross country runners and softball players. The early days were hell, in both Little Guy Football and in starting middle school football in 8th grade. 7th graders weren't allowed to play for the school. But it’s all been worth it.

“Alright boys, it’s A squad verses B squad today. The loser will run sprints,” Coach Wartnow yelled at the large huddle of boys. We had 2 teams, and the A squad was considered to be the better, stronger players. I was the quarterback for the B squad, and my friends Jake and Wesley, as well as my brother were all on the A squad.

Coach Wartnow took the A squad down to the 20 and Coach Beattie remained with the B squad at the 50. “Alright, boys. This is it. We can beat the A squad, they’re only better than you if you choose to believe that. Now we need to run a strong zone defense, and on the offensive side of things we need to make solid passes,” Coach looked at me steadily, “and catches and make the plays. Let’s go do this thing! Cougars on three.”