Worlds Collide

Chapter 3

~ Julius' POV ~

"We gonna play some ball, y'all!" Petey Jones yelled out among the group as he went about giving people high-fives. "Black hand side, black hand side, black hand side."

"Yo, Petey, how many yards you figure you gonna get this season, bro?" Big Blue asked with amusement. Petey shrugged, as a smirk made its way to his face.

"You know, I ain't one to brag, Big Blue, but I figure on at least a thousand. But I ain't one to brag." Petey said smiling.

"Didn't I tell you all them white boys weren't gonna play for no brother?" I said to Petey, who just shrugs.

"Well, who needs 'em, baby? From now on the Titans gonna be powered by soul power, bro." Blue said raising his hand up in the air and started singing. I threw my arm around his shoulder putting him in a loose headlock while covering his mouth with my left hand.

"Man, Shut up." I say chuckling a bit. Some of the guys around me start to laugh too. 

"He said soul power!" Petey commented. As he put his hand up too, Coach Boone came up behind him and blew his whistle.

"Put your hand down." He barked at Petey, who slowly put his hand down.

"You're smiling," Boone noted. Petey nodded.

"Yes," He responded.

"Yes, sir," Boone corrected him. "Why are you smiling?" He asked. Petey shrugged.

"Cause I love football. Football is fun." Petey responded, still smiling.

"Fun, sir." Boone corrected again. "It's fun?" He asked Petey. 

"Yes," Petey said.

"You sure?" Boone questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"I think--" Petey hesitated.

"Now you're thinkin'. First, you smilin', then you thinkin'. You think football is still fun?" Boone grilled.

"uh, yes." Petey answered less confidently.

"Yes, sir." Boone corrected, again.

"Yes--no, sir." Petey stuttered.

"No?" Boone asked.

"It was fun," Petey said.

"Not anymore, though, is it?" Boone barked. Petey looked around.

"Not right now." He said confused.

"It's not fun anymore? Not even a little bit?" Boone asked.

"Uh...no," Petey said unsure. 

"Make up your mind. Think since you're thinkin'. Go on, think. Is it fun?" Boone barked at him

"No, sir." Petey choked out.

"No? Absolutely not?" Boone questioned. 

"Zero fun, sir." Petey finished.

I rolled my eyes. What a train wreck.

"All right, listen up. I'm Coach Boone. I'm gonna tell you all about how much ''fun'' you're gonna have this season." Coach Boone said as he glared at Petey. He started to walk down the line, looking at each of us.

"We leave for camp, Gettysburg College. August 15th, 7:29 A.M. If you report at 7:30 you will not be playing football this season, you will be watching." He continued.

"You will wear a jacket, shirt, and tie. if you don't have one, buy one. Can't afford one, borrow one from your old man. If you don't have an old man, then find a drunk, trade him for his. 'Cause I guarantee you there isn't a bum on the street that looks as raggedy and ridiculous as what I'm looking at right now." He said eyeing us all.