Silver sighed, seeing the long line standing in front of the food truck. He knew that he should have bought something before coming here. Of course, the school would be packed with people. This was the first time they were playing in the semi-finals, and everyone in school and even the town, which was a lover of football, was excited to see the outcome.He, too, was excited and nervous about the game. He didn’t know how well they would play tonight, considering that they have lost their ace running back.There was no need to mull over spilled milk; he loved what Tony had done. The guy had dived into the situation, trying to find a solution.Silver joined the queue, eyes on his phone, as he scrolled through the many comments on the school’s group chat. Pete had added him to the group chat a few days ago, and he was having fun reading the messages.He chuckled lightly when he read one of the messages from pth1458, and he wondered why people used anonymous usernames when chatting. Hi
"What is it?” , Lennon asked Danny.Danny shook his head. "Nothing,", he said, but he knew the guy. That look he had on his face meant he was thinking about something. He looked at Danny, who briefly glanced behind him again, before he tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.Okay, someone just caught Danny’s attention; he noticed.In the past, Lennon learned to read Danny’s reaction and body language to certain things. He noticed that Danny could say something, but his body language could be conveying another message entirely, like his need for protection, comfort, and solace.He stared at Danny, and as his eyelashes fluttered, he was not himself. Danny suddenly came closer to him, hooking their arms together, and placed his head on his shoulder.Okay, if he was doubting it before, he was sure now. Something must have happened to make the guy act this way. Danny, whom he knew, never willingly initiates body contact except when he’s feeling highly emotional.Lennon tried to t
Silver sighed; he actually liked that Danny was staring at him earlier. He saw Danny move closer to the other guy, hook their arms together, and rest his head on the other guy’s shoulder.A pang of jealousy hit his chest upon seeing them together. Maybe they were together, like a couple, and had come to see the game as a fun activity that they did.He scoffed. Who comes to see a football match as a couple activity? He sighed. He was closer to the front line, but now he just couldn’t bear seeing them together in front of him. It was as if they were washing their relationship in front of his face, especially when Danny had stared at him earlier.Silver sighed. Food would have to wait for now, he thought, leaving the queue towards the school entrance. He jogged all the way to the locker rooms, entering quietly. He was half expecting the place to be empty since he had come a little bit early.He was among the two first people to come for the game. He nodded at the other guy who was li
Silver nodded, but as he moved closer to Pete and the guys in the middle, his phone that he was holding buzzed in his hand. He checked it, and it was a text from his mother.'I'm outside your locker room, it reads.He sighed. She probably was here to start nagging him about how badly he had played, how he was a disappointment to his father, and how he was ruining his father’s legacy.Silver excused himself from the locker room and found his mother standing at the end of the corridor before the turn. He sighed, walking over to where she was.She apparently heard him approaching because she turned to him.Oh, oh, someone is pissed.The look on her face said it all; he had seen it countless times whenever he wasn’t playing well on the field. It wasn’t like she was concerned about whether their team won or not; she was solely interested in whether he threw balls like his father."Your father would be disappointed in the way you played earlier," she told him immediately, as he got t
"Okay, mind sharing, we have barely five minutes to get back into the field." Pete said, filing his arms in front of him.He had summoned all the courage and, out of excitement, rushed back here to tell them about how they could change the game plan. But somehow, seeing them all looking at him and expecting him to talk was frightening.This was the first time they were all waiting for him to say something, and truly, it was both frightening and amazing.Silver grinned, "Make me play the wide receiver’s position." He answered, staring at his teammates who were yet to say something.They obviously didn’t like the idea.A guy wanted to say something, but Pete held up his hands, stopping the guy from talking."And why should we do that?" Pete asked, staring at him with sharp eyes.Silver sighed; he didn’t know how to explain it. In the past, he could have said that it was because he was faster than Tony, who was playing the wide receiver position and could run well with a ball, avo
"We need to talk, young man," she told him.He groaned, taking in her appearance; she looked like she was going out that night because those were not the clothes she wore earlier to the game."Can't I just rest, mom?" he muttered."No, sit!” , she ordered.He took a seat on the couch with a sigh."What the hell was that on the field today? Since when did you start playing wide receiver?", she asked, her voice a bit on the high side.Yeah, he forgot; his mother didn’t know that he could play in that position."It was a backup plan with the team, in case the playbook didn’t work, mom, and it won us the game... I can run, I can catch, I can throw, hell, I play ball! “, he muttered."There was a wide receiver playing already... Don’t talk to me like I don’t know football; I’ve been watching the game for years," she snapped at him."And if you noticed, I ran faster than him when I took the position," he told her. He didn’t know why he was telling her all this; it’s not like she to
Danny could not remember the last time he felt this good; it sure had been a long time. After slamming the idiot in the car, his excitement level had risen to a level that was temporary, he knew. Of course, he is aware of the long stares that the guy gave him during the game. At a point, the way the guy would bite his lips became so funny that he didn’t even know how to flirt.Lennon climbed into the car, chuckling. He was half expecting the guy to scold him or lecture him on how he needed to be more careful in the future, blah, blah, blah, but Lennon had simply shook his head and started the car.Lennon typed in the GPS of the hotel they were going to stay at and started the car."I can’t wait to sleep." Danny muttered beside him, resting his head on his seat.He heard Lennon scoff, but ignored him and still rested his head on the window. They were still maneuvering their way out of the school’s parking lot when Lennon slammed the car's brakes, bringing the car to a sudden halt
Lennon had not meant to slam the breaks; it had been an unconscious action in reaction to what he had just discovered at that time: that the guy he had stumbled on in the hallway, the one with silver hair, who happens to be the QB of the Tigers and plays just like him, was the same guy he had bumped into about ten years ago in a hallway in a stadium here in Newark.He scoffed. Life and fate were funny; they had a way of reuniting even the best of enemies. He could still remember the silver-haired boy, even though he had tried to forget him at some point after that incident.There was something eerily familiar about the boy, even now, that he couldn’t seem to place his hands on. It was as if he should know what it was, yet he didn't, and that didn’t sit well with him.In all his life, this was probably the first time he felt threatened in football. Pardon his arrogance, but he had not met a high school student who could play like him or as good as him. As early as three years old,