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Chapter 6: Figures

"Ugh flippen actual fvck," I cussed hitting my head on the desk angrily. I need to learn to control my temper.

"Sorry, Danny but you were going to find out sooner or later," Becky shrugs as I proceed to another string of not so colourful profanity.

"How is it that even possible? Why did my old school - Thornfalls have to be versing my current school Holdenbridge?"  I reply my head still slammed on the desk I turn it to face Bec.

"So you think your best friend Thomas would know?"

I nod worridly.  "How am I suppose to play now"

"Miss swift, Miss Jones please behave,"  My history teacher warns before Becky can say anything.

We both give a quick yes and read our textbooks, adjusting my glasses I try to pay attention. Mahn is history boring or what? I keep thinking about football practice in the afternoon and how rude Xavier is. Flip his nickname, I'm not calling him Xray.

After school I told Bec not to wait for me and she went to the mall with Jennifer. The pitch was empty when I arrived, the boys are probably still in the change rooms, how is it they take longer then me and I have to change into my alter ego.

I sound like a fvcking superhero.

My usual red hoodie and black skinny jeans are changed into a red t-shirt and black cargo pants ending at my knees with a pair of white football boots and a cap. I have to keep reminding myself to take out my glasses and replace it with the contact lens. Believe it or not, contact lens can change a person's whole facial image. Anyone remember liv and maddie. That was my tweenhood series. 

"Hey Swift,"  I see one boy walking towards me and the bro - hug thing. The guy's name is Brady and he's a kind of punk with his electric green hair and neon t-shirts. I pick up one of the footballs and pass it to him.

"Neon is pretty cool, you really seem to like it?"  I ask as he passes the ball back.

"I love neon it's my lucky colour,"  Brady answers with a flick of his green hair. 

"Really now? Is that so?" I reply turning the ball with my foot. 

He smirks and kicks the ball into the air and catches it with the back of his neck. I clap my hands impressed. Boys are so competitive.

"You think you can do better?"

Its not a rude question, he just wants to know if I can. Grinning I go on my hands to do a head stand as he kicks the ball to me, I kick it in the air keeping it airborne.

"Cool dude, for a newbie,"  he comments with a nod.

"Thanks," I reply standing up and  adjusting my t-shirt the other boys soon come to line up with us.

Coach makes us do drills for 45 minutes before a game. We start playing, Liam one of the midfield passes the ball to fellow MD Trey who runs forward and dribbles past Archer before passing the ball to me, I see Mark trying to get the ball and try to take a shot to Jackson.  But before I can cross it Diego slide tackles me and I fall. Coach blows his whistle.

"Sorry amigo are you hurt?" the boy asks extending a hand his eyes glittering on the sun. Diego is a handsome Spanish boy, has dark brown hair that is usually shaved on the side and tanned skin, one of the members of Archer's gang.

I use his offered hand to pull myself up and dust my red t-shirt, "It's alright just a fall,"  I wave if off with a smile as we walk to a bench taking out a water bottle.

I see a certain white haired idiot walking up to us and my fists clench, I try to control my temper from doing something stupid. I have a need to strangle Xavier. He comes up to us glaring at me with his piercing amber eyes and try not to cringe. He doesn't scare me, no not at all!

Sarcasm is my favourite answer

"Hey, what you doing mahn? Get away from that dude now," he commands Diego hitting him on the arm with his dark blue snapback. Yes dad.

I am so sick of this narcissist! He literally wants me of the team and makes sure I don't make friends with his teammates that aren't even his friends. Like what the flip?  The only reason he hasn't been punched in the face yet is because I don't need a suspension. This has happened before. What no! Not getting a suspension.

Okay there was this one time .  . .

Anyway, On the second day of practice he did threaten me.

"Hey you play pretty well for a new kid well not as good as me . . ." Archer says a smug grin on his face. I roll my eyes. Boys.

"Thanks I'm glad to know I belong on the team," I reply nodding.

"Yeah, no shit you do, actually dude you're welcome to sit in the cafeteria with my friends and I"

"Nah, I'll pass I already have my own friends but thanks for the invite," I answer thinking of my own gang, I'm not going to join the popular kids.

"Woah, no one missed an opportunity to sit with us Swift, you sure?" His eyebrows are scrunched.

Why does being on the football team automatically make you popular? 

This school is weird. 

"Pretty sure," I reply creasing my eyebrows as I see Xavier come up to us and tap Archer's shoulder.

"Dude, I told you not to mingle with this loser, let's go," he tells the brunette before dragging him away, his grip steel.

"Speak of the devil,"  I mutter as Archer fights back annoyed.

His not strong enough for Xavier's grip,"Chill mahn, I'm doing nothing wrong"

"What did you say ?" the idiot snaps. His tone stern and kind of scary. With darkened amber eyes and a clenched jaw he let's the boy go. Archer gives me a quick wave and rolls his eyes walking away.

"Dude listen up," I tell Xavier standing up. I don't really care that I'm shorter by like five or six inches.

"Excuse me,"  he lifts an eyebrow daring me to talk not expecting me to.

Oh but I do.

"You and I,"  I begin pointing to him then myself, "Are on the same team, so stop with your childish shenanigans and deal with it"

"What did you say?"  he frowns, his face hardening. The icy glare still put. That mother chucking idiot.

"You heard me right,"  I answer crossing my arms defensively. 

"Woah, for a tiny kid, you sure have a big mouth,"  he laughs dryly, "Now you listen here punk I told you once I'll tell you again, don't mess with me," Xavier adds in his usual high-and-mighty-with-a-side-of-arrogance voice.

He curled up his hand into a fist, red to swing it at my face. He wouldn't hurt a girl right? Unless that girl pretends to be a boy. Fudge. Double fudge.

"Stop both you boys," I hear coaches voice. He looks angry like really angry. This isn't the first time we've been caught arguing. There's a high risk of suspension or worse being kicked of the team. 

"Xray what's going on? Swift stop causing fights, I let you on the team, don't make me regret this"

"But it's . . ." I try but is cut off by a tempered coach

"I don't want to hear it, on the pitch I want to see the both of you working together ad teammates, like my best two strikers do," he commands and I could of swore I heard JK mumbling ouch.

"And out of prac you two shouldn't be near each other for a one mile radius at least am I clear?" coach adds raking a hand through his hair frustrated.

"Crystal," Xavier says, "I didn't even want him on the team"

"Yeah, I'm only here for practice," I respond not making eye contact as coach leaves.

"Hope you got that punk," he sneers hitting his shoulder on mine before walking away with the rest of the MIB.

Okay ouch! Is his shoulder made of iron blades or something? I'm pretty sure my scapula is dented.

"Don't worry dude you have us,"  Brady says throwing his arm on my shoulder as  I turn to see him standing with Diego and Archer along with another boy I did not notice before.

He is dressed from head to toe in black, a hood pulled over his head and looked really suspicious. I could see some of his dirty blond hair sticking out but that's about it. There's a chop of a cigarette sticking out from his hand. Most of the boy's smoke, maybe he supplies their weed?

"And we're awesome, right Louis," Archer says smirking.,

Diego hits him on the back of his head and says something in Spanish. I chuckle my mood quickly lighting up.

"Hello, I'm louis, Brady's friend, I came to watch him play," the boy greets. His voice isn't as rough or rugged as I expected it to be but rather firm and had a sort of authority to it.

"Nice to meet you bro," I reply shaking his hand.

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"You're on a boys team!" Becky screams from the other end of the phone. After prac she gave me a call. For this. I through myself on my bed, hand under my head.

"Really dude? Not even a greeting?"

"I just realised, okay?"

"How oblivious are you Bec?  Because clearly there's no girls team"

"Shut up Swift, that not why I called"

"Then why-"

"You can make friends with them!"

"Uh . . . I don't follow"

"Hello?"

"Yes? I replied you know"

"I know just checking if you still here"

"I'm not"

"Oh good, like I was saying . . . "

"Yes Bec I'm friends with a few, Archer and Diego"

"Ooh and Brady?"

"Yes"

"OMG you're so luckyy, they're cute"

"Sure they are"

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm," She deadpans.  I can imagine the eyeroll.

"So why'd you call"

"To ask if you could get close to Jackson, duh"

"Dude! He'll no, I'm not trying to get on the team just to get your crush"

"Why not?"

"That's WE I R D"

"Ugh fine Danny I'll just call Audrey"

"Wait bu-"

I absolutely hate phone calls. 

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