Take a Look At Yourself

"Why does that chick hate us so much?" Brian asked, twisting his back to pop it.

I stared at my friend. He may have been a great football player, but he didn't always have the greatest intelligence. Brian was a good dude, but he also didn't understand all the privilege the football team had. Like every other football team, we got all the funding. Half of our team had been on national winning football teams from high school or on state championship teams. The other half had come from the best teams around the country, usually Texas. We were a force to be reckoned with, but we were also a team filled with privilege. Most of us got away with barely going to classes, but that wasn't why I was at college.

Football was a nice extracurricular, but I also knew that life wasn't going to go the way we all hoped and planned for it to go. While I was a good football player, I was by no means an NFL level candidate. I was a good player, but I would never play in the NFL. I had come to terms with that a long time ago. That being said, I didn't even get on the team with a scholarship. I got into this school because of my academics. I was a smart asshole, but I wanted to learn.

"She hates us because our practice field is their game field," I said, "And I can understand that. We leave the field in a shitty state."

"Matt, shut up." Zack hit me in the shoulder. "It's just soccer."

I sighed. "That just soccer team has won more national championships than we have."

A soccer ball flew over the heads of the team players and hit our coach square in the face. Blood immediately started to rush out of his nose and it turned red. All of the players stared at him, mouths hanging open. Well, now that soccer team wasn't about to be a team.

"WHO THE FUCK JUST HIT ME?" Coach Peterson rarely yelled. He believed that people could do what you said without fear entering into the factor.

We all turned to see a tiny brunette running over to us. It was the same girl that had kind of yelled at us just a few moments ago. Her eyes were wide and we could all see the fear in her eyes. "Oh... my... god."

Coach Peterson looked at her. We could see him sizing her up like he would one of us if we had fucked up. "Did you hit me in the face?"

She nodded. "I was just trying out a bicycle kick."

"And it went this far?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I really am sorry coach. I definitely did not mean to hit you in the face." She smiled weakly at him.

To be fair to her, Coach Peterson was a big dude. He had played college football and in the NFL for a brief period of time before he tore a ligament in his shoulder. He was kind of a crazy man.

"Its fine, kid. You've got quite a leg. It's a shame they won't let women play collegiate football. We could use a leg like that."

The girl laughed. "Thanks coach, but soccer is my calling." She picked up the ball that had hit him in the face. "You'll have to talk to my coach and see if he'll let me play on two teams." She ran off, a smirk present on her face.

I looked after her. "Oh, I like her."

Notes

Short update, but at least it's an update!