Colby
It’s D-day!!!
Today is Saturday, the day we’ve all been waiting for. I woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Coach had been drilling it into us all week: this match was crucial. We needed to win.
Now, as I stood in the locker room, listening to Coach’s final pep talk, I felt my determination surge. “Give it your all, guys,” he said, his eyes scanning our faces. “You are up!” He tapped our shoulders, and we lined up, ready to take the field.
As we emerged into the bright sunlight, the sounds of the cheering crowd hit me like a wave. I scanned the stands, my eyes scrolling to the side, where I saw the cheerleading team going wild, waving their pom-poms and dancing in unison. They were chanting, “Go, Black Wolves! Go, Black Wolves!”
I turned my focus back to the task at hand. Our opponents, the Red Devils, were already on the field, warming up. We shook hands, a customary gesture of respect, before taking our positions.
The referee blew the whistle, and the game was underway. One player from each team stepped forward, ready to start the match. The crowd erupted into cheers as the ball flew through the air, and we were off.
The game was intense, with the Red Devils dominating the field. They scored goal after goal, leaving us struggling to catch up. I was frustrated, feeling like I’d lost my mind. How could this be happening?
But then, something shifted. With my help, Harry managed to gain control of the ball. He sprinted down the field, dodging opponents left and right. The crowd was on the edge of their seats as he approached the goal.
And then, it happened. Harry kicked the ball with all his might, and it soared into the net. The stadium erupted into cheers, with the Black Wolves’ fans screaming in triumph. The cheerleading team rushed onto the field, pom-poms waving, as they chanted and danced.
Harry was ecstatic, running towards me with a huge grin on his face. I opened my arms wide, expecting him to hug me in celebration. But instead, he sprinted right past me, making a beeline for Sally who was still smiling.
The crowd gasped in surprise as Harry grabbed Sally’s face and kissed her deeply. The cheerleading team cheered even louder, while I stood there, stunned. What was happening? What the hell was happening? Why the fuck was Harry kissing her! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me!
As I watched Harry kiss Sally, a strange sensation burned within me. It was as if a flame had ignited in my chest, spreading a warm, uncomfortable feeling throughout my body. I felt my face grow hot, my eyes narrowing as I struggled to comprehend why I was reacting this way.
I looked away, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to shake off the emotion. The game restarted, and Harry sprinted back onto the field, leaving me to grapple with the unfamiliar feelings swirling inside me.
My gaze drifted to Sally, who stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock. She seemed numb, dumbfounded by Harry’s sudden kiss. As the cheerleading squad returned to their seats, she finally snapped out of her trance, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before she looked away, her face flushing. She quickly took her seat, her eyes fixed on the floor.
I turned my attention back to the game, trying to shake off the lingering emotions. The match was intense, with both teams fighting for dominance. I finally managed to gain control of the ball and began sprinting towards the net.
“Colby, pass!” one of my teammates yelled, but I didn’t listen.
I mean, why the hell would I listen? The last time I passed, Harry ended up scoring and kissing someone that… belonged to me! Hell no.
I dribbled past an opponent, my heart pounding in my chest. Another player and even Harry joined in, also shouting for me to pass, but I ignored them, focused on scoring.
The crowd erupted into cheers as I approached the goal.
“Goal!” someone shouted, and the stadium exploded into a cacophony of noise.
I stood there, panting heavily, my chest heaving with exhaustion. The crowd’s cheers were still echoing in my ears as I gazed out at the sea of faces. The cheerleading team caught my attention, their colorful uniforms and pom-poms a stark contrast to my own turmoil.
My eyes landed on Sally, who seemed out of it, her usual vibrancy dimmed. She was mechanically shaking her pom-poms, her body swaying slightly to the beat. The kiss with Harry earlier seemed to have left her stunned.
As the cheerleading team finished their routine and took their seats, I turned away, my eyes scanning the field. That’s when I saw Harry walking towards me, a smirk on his face.
“What’s up, guy?” he asked, shaking his head. “I told you to pass! What if you didn’t score?”
I glared at him, my anger simmering just below the surface. Without a word, I pushed past him, bumping my shoulder against his. At that moment, I hated him.
The match resumed, and I found myself back in the thick of it. I gained control of the ball and started sprinting towards the net.
The crowd erupted into chants of “Pass! Pass the ball!” as the opposing team’s players closed in on me.
But I was too angry and jealous to listen. Memories of Harry’s kiss with Sally still seethed in my mind, fueling my determination to score. I refused to pass, dodging and weaving around the opposing players.
One of my opponents tried to tackle me, but I pushed him down, my adrenaline-fueled strength sending him crashing to the ground.
The referee’s whistle pierced the air, and he strode over to me, yellow card held aloft. “Foul!” he shouted, his voice firm but controlled.
The opposing team was awarded a penalty kick, and they chose a player to take the shot. I watched anxiously as he placed the ball on the spot, took a deep breath, and kicked.
The ball soared into the net, and the opposing team erupted into cheers. Harry stormed over to me, his face twisted in anger. “Are you out of your mind?” he shouted, shoving me hard on the chest.
I stumbled backward, barely regaining my balance.
“What’s wrong with you today, Colby? Isn’t this about support and teamwork? Why the fuck couldn’t you just pass the ball?” Harry yelled, his eyes blazing.
I pushed him back, and he fell to the ground.
“What’s wrong with you, Colby?” Harry shouted, scrambling to his feet. “Didn’t get screwed this morning before coming to the game?”
“Get out of my face!” I snarled, turning away from him. “I don’t want to see you!” I strode off, leaving Harry seething behind me.
The match continued, with the Black Wolves eventually emerging victorious. Yes, someone scored. Who cares who he is if not me.
The crowd erupted into cheers once more, chanting “Black Wolves! Black Wolves!” as the cheerleading team performed their routine.
I watched the celebration with a mix of emotions, still simmering with anger and frustration. But as I glanced over at Harry, I saw the tension in his body, the anger still burning in his eyes. I knew this wasn’t over between us but heck with him. I don’t care.
Anyway, the game resumed, with the Black Wolves leading 3-2. The tension was palpable as Harry gained control of the ball and sprinted towards the net. The crowd held its collective breath, anticipating another goal.
As Harry approached the net, the noise level skyrocketed. Everyone knew he was about to score. But just as he was about to shoot, I sprang into action. I knew Harry was a fast runner, but I was determined to stop him.
I ran towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. Just as Harry was about to release the ball, I pushed him. The crowd gasped in shock, their voices rising in a cacophony of disbelief.
The ball sailed harmlessly away from the net, and I quickly seized the opportunity. I snatched the ball and, in one swift motion, scored a goal. The stadium fell silent, with everyone staring at me in shock.
Even the cheerleading team was stunned, their usual cheers and chants replaced by awkward silence. I glanced over at Coach, who was staring at me with a mixture of anger, confusion, and concern.
What had just happened? The crowd’s reaction was a mix of shock, confusion, and even anger. There was ultimate quietness except the sounds from the yammering commentators. I had just committed a blatant foul, and yet I had scored a goal. The game had just taken a dramatic turn.
Again, who cares?