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Authors: Marissa Carmel
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Laney get her ass handed to her. Literally. North is playing dirty as hell. I’ve made sure to voice my opinion on the matter, repeatedly.
By the fourth quarter, Laney looks wiped. Her pigtails are a mess, she’s covered in grass stains, and I think she hurt her left elbow. She won’t admit it though, no matter how much I badger her about it. She’s a warrior, I’ll give her that. Watching this game has solidified my feelings for her. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s the girl I have to be with.
There’s two minutes left on the clock, and we’re down by six. This game has been full-on war. North’s team is on steroids or something; they hit harder than the guys.
It’s third down on the five yard line, and we have an opportunity to score. Laney tries for a pass, but it’s incomplete.
“Run! She has to run it!” I boisterously tell Coach McKenzie. I’ve secured a position on the sideline right next to him. So much for cheerleading. I wasn’t that into it anyway. Too much testosterone.
“Can it, Ellis,” Coach smirks. “I’m going to run it.”
He calls out the play. It’s short and sweet. Nothing like the paragraphs I needed to memorize on a weekly basis: 35 liberty west right flanker out pop eighty hot yellow yellow void java java right flat.
Laney gets 138 Blast, straight up the middle.
The line sets up, and Laney yells hike. She barrels through the wall of bodies only to get shut down on the two yard line. Fuck! This is anxiety at its best. I know she can do this! Coach tries to call another running play, but I interrupt him. “A draw. Run a draw!” They both look at me like I’m nuts.
“She’s on the two yard line with ninety seconds left on the clock,” he argues with me. We have no timeouts left, so I have to make my argument quick.
“Exactly. They’ll never expect it. What do we have to lose?”
“The game, genius!”
“Lemon, run the play!” I yell to her from the sideline. Coach throws up his hands. She nods.
“I suppose you want to take over coaching next year, too?” he says exasperated.
“Nah, I’ll be in college by then. Gotta have a little fun before I die.” I wink as him.
“With or without college, Ellis, I don’t think you’ll have any shortage on fun.”
I shush him playfully. “Gotta watch my girl score a touchdown.”
“I didn’t realize you were dating.” Coach arches an eyebrow.
“She doesn’t realize it either, but I’m changing that tonight.”
Coach scoffs. “Good luck with that. It looked like she wanted to scratch your eyes out before.”
“She did.” I smile. “City girl— thinks she’s tough.”
“From what I saw today, she is.”
That makes me smile even more.
Laney yells hike, and I watch, with all the air subdued in my lungs, as she drops back like she’s going to pass, then fakes and hands the ball to the running back behind her. The tall blonde finds a hole in the line and runs seamlessly into the end zone.
TOUCHDOWN!
Everyone on the sidelines and in the stands goes berserk.
“Alright, alright! No celebration yet, we’re still down by one!” Coach McKenzie screams. He sends in the kicker. This is in the bag. I’ve seen Sherry punt, she’s a soccer player who can launch the ball seventy-five yards.
The line quickly reforms. My heart is beating out of my chest. North looks burned up. They came for retribution, and all they got was another ass kicking. When will they learn?
The center snaps the ball, and Laney positions it laces out. Sherry kicks and all eyes follow as it soars perfectly between the goal posts.
Wolverines twenty-eight; North twenty-seven. Losers.
The Slammers run off the field animated and victorious. Laney jumps into my arms as soon as she reaches me. I’m not sure what sparked it, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“You kicked butt, QB.”
“I had a stellar offensive coach.” Laney tries to slide down my body, but I stop her. I’m not letting her go. Ever
By the fourth quarter, Laney looks wiped. Her pigtails are a mess, she’s covered in grass stains, and I think she hurt her left elbow. She won’t admit it though, no matter how much I badger her about it. She’s a warrior, I’ll give her that. Watching this game has solidified my feelings for her. There’s no doubt in my mind she’s the girl I have to be with.
There’s two minutes left on the clock, and we’re down by six. This game has been full-on war. North’s team is on steroids or something; they hit harder than the guys.
It’s third down on the five yard line, and we have an opportunity to score. Laney tries for a pass, but it’s incomplete.
“Run! She has to run it!” I boisterously tell Coach McKenzie. I’ve secured a position on the sideline right next to him. So much for cheerleading. I wasn’t that into it anyway. Too much testosterone.
“Can it, Ellis,” Coach smirks. “I’m going to run it.”
He calls out the play. It’s short and sweet. Nothing like the paragraphs I needed to memorize on a weekly basis: 35 liberty west right flanker out pop eighty hot yellow yellow void java java right flat.
Laney gets 138 Blast, straight up the middle.
The line sets up, and Laney yells hike. She barrels through the wall of bodies only to get shut down on the two yard line. Fuck! This is anxiety at its best. I know she can do this! Coach tries to call another running play, but I interrupt him. “A draw. Run a draw!” They both look at me like I’m nuts.
“She’s on the two yard line with ninety seconds left on the clock,” he argues with me. We have no timeouts left, so I have to make my argument quick.
“Exactly. They’ll never expect it. What do we have to lose?”
“The game, genius!”
“Lemon, run the play!” I yell to her from the sideline. Coach throws up his hands. She nods.
“I suppose you want to take over coaching next year, too?” he says exasperated.
“Nah, I’ll be in college by then. Gotta have a little fun before I die.” I wink as him.
“With or without college, Ellis, I don’t think you’ll have any shortage on fun.”
I shush him playfully. “Gotta watch my girl score a touchdown.”
“I didn’t realize you were dating.” Coach arches an eyebrow.
“She doesn’t realize it either, but I’m changing that tonight.”
Coach scoffs. “Good luck with that. It looked like she wanted to scratch your eyes out before.”
“She did.” I smile. “City girl— thinks she’s tough.”
“From what I saw today, she is.”
That makes me smile even more.
Laney yells hike, and I watch, with all the air subdued in my lungs, as she drops back like she’s going to pass, then fakes and hands the ball to the running back behind her. The tall blonde finds a hole in the line and runs seamlessly into the end zone.
TOUCHDOWN!
Everyone on the sidelines and in the stands goes berserk.
“Alright, alright! No celebration yet, we’re still down by one!” Coach McKenzie screams. He sends in the kicker. This is in the bag. I’ve seen Sherry punt, she’s a soccer player who can launch the ball seventy-five yards.
The line quickly reforms. My heart is beating out of my chest. North looks burned up. They came for retribution, and all they got was another ass kicking. When will they learn?
The center snaps the ball, and Laney positions it laces out. Sherry kicks and all eyes follow as it soars perfectly between the goal posts.
Wolverines twenty-eight; North twenty-seven. Losers.
The Slammers run off the field animated and victorious. Laney jumps into my arms as soon as she reaches me. I’m not sure what sparked it, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“You kicked butt, QB.”
“I had a stellar offensive coach.” Laney tries to slide down my body, but I stop her. I’m not letting her go. Ever
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