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Baz
We were down by two points and coach still hadn't put me in. Halftime was in less than two minutes. Coach Mac better have a plan. This game was pathetic. Even one of my teammates suggested putting me in now. He waved it off.
The crowd booed as the visiting team scored another goal. This was unbearable. The clock kept counting down until half time. Half a minute now. My elbows rested on my knees as they held my head.
Then the whistle came from the referee blared as the time on the clock gave quadruple zeroes. I looked up. The score was still three to zero. The rest of the team jogged back and were all humiliated on how they were played.
“Coach you gotta put Pitch in!” One of our defenders said.
Practically half of my teammates agreed. I had kept my mouth shut watching them argue. It didn't take long actually for coach to reply.
“Fine! Fine! Scott, you're out. Pitch take centre back!” he said before fixing up one of the plans on his clipboard.
I grinned and gotten myself up to my feet. A nod was given to Scott as he took my spot on the bench. I had time to get back in the rhythm of playing. Half time was another ten minutes, so I had time to get stretched and told what the plan was.
Coach Mac called us back before the clock showed it was time for the second half. Time to catch up and show them that we could take them.
The pitch was hotter than the bench. The sun beaten down on me more than I enjoyed luckily. The slight singe did put me off guard when I first joined the other players. It gave off more a sweat look than smoke. (Thank Crowley.)
The referee came over with the ball and glanced towards I and the opponents forward. He placed the ball down in mid and backed away. A breath escaped my lips as I waited. We all waited. The whistle blew from the referee and the ball was juggled back and forth from the other team’s forward and I.
Simon
The crowd practically roared seeing Baz finally get onto the pitch. It didn’t make sense why they just didn’t start with him on the team. I was sandwiched between Agatha and Penelope. Surprisedly, Agatha seemed more intrigued than Penelope and I. (I begged Penny to come with us.)
The whistle blew from the referee who was on the sidelines watching the game now. The other team had the ball only for a second, but with Baz’s fancy footwork, he stole it from the other. Those cleaks of his seemed to pass the ball back and forth. He kicked it to one of his teammates, Twelve. (I can’t read his jersey from here.)
There seemed to be a wave of players after Baz and Twelve. A third teammate went to help. The ball was kicked back and forth between Twelve, Baz, and Three. (I should ask for names after.) They were practically by the box that was went around the goal. Twelve was about to kick it, but one of the players on the other team seemed to kick the ball out from under his legs. Twelve almost fell backwards, but he had caught his balance.
The crowd booed loudly watching the play. Mid-fielders had stole the ball back from the visiting team. An opening was there and Twenty-one shot the ball to Baz. Almost a third of half the field. We had the ball back!
I was practically on the edge of the bleacher watching the footwork of Baz. It was hypothesizing. Penelope had grabbed my arm and pulled me back onto the bleacher so I didn’t fall off. Embarrassed really. I looked down and mumbled a sorry.
When I looked up, Baz had past the ball back to Three and was trying to keep the visitor player from taking the ball. A nod seemed to come from Baz. There was a plan forming between the two. The crowd, and myself, watched the two pass it back and forth. Back and Forth. Back and--
Slam! One of them was on the ground. A whistle blew from the referee to stop the play. The clock stopped. I couldn’t tell who was on the ground, but it was one of our players. I glanced towards Agatha who was covering her mouth and her eyes were huge staring at the players.
“They tackled him down..” Her voice was soft, and worried. “That’s a penalty.” She spoke a bit louder.
“Who’s down?” I asked curiously. I felt so out of the look at the moment. I looked at Penelope wondering if she knew. She just gave a shrug.
“Baz...Baz’s down.” Agatha said.
“Wait...what?” I turned my attention to the pitch. Pitch was down on the pitch.
The crowd was quiet as everyone was looking towards Baz. He was on his side hugging one of his knees close to his chest. Something happened. I can’t see much what was going on. His teammates started to circle the bloke. Was he okay? I was about to stand up and get a better look, but Penelope pulled me back to the bleachers.
“He probably just got the wind knocked out of him…” She didn’t seem so sure.
“Not in that position.” Agatha spoke up. “The way he’s hugging his knee, he probably just tore a muscle. Common I think..” She seemed worried.
“Is that bad?” I turned towards her. She probably knew more about this since her father was a doctor.
“Well…” She shrugs. “Depends on how bad it’s torn.”
All three of us looked back to the pitch. Two of the players had helped Baz back to his feet, well one. One arm was wrapped around each their neck. It didn’t seem like this was good. They seemed to guide him back to the sidelines. They helped him on the bench and stretched out his leg before one of the nurses from school would come and check what had happened.
I hadn’t realized I was biting my lip until I had a metallic taste flicker onto my tongue. Worried for Baz. I didn’t notice. Did we still have a chance to win the game, I thought? Baz was out and we were still three to nothing.
A sigh came from me as I lowered my head. I didn’t even have the motivation or attention span to continue watching the game. Penelope had noticed and spoke up.
“Wanna head back before we get stepped on after the game finishes?” She seemed to speak loud enough for Agatha to hear.
I gave a nod. It was probably the best. I didn’t want to see the team lose. I got up and followed Penelope, but when I went to turn around I didn’t see Agatha following.
“Agatha you coming?” I would hate to leave her alone watching the game, but she might just stay. I can’t read her that well.
“You guys go, I’ll text you the rest.” She gave a faint smile before waving towards me.
“See you at dinner.” I gave a smile and waved back before catching up with Penelope.
“You think Baz is gonna be alright?” I asked practically jogging to her.
Penelope just gave a shrug. “Not sure. You saw what happened, Si. He looked like he was in pain.” She pulled on her bag strap before heading back to the campus.
I gave a nod as I followed her. We walked side by side. My eyes were mostly on my feet. A few times I kicked a pebble, but nothing of interest.
“Hey, how about I quiz you on Magickal History? We got that test on it tomorrow.” She seemed excited. Penny would be the only one who could get excited to study.
Again, I gave a nod. It would help distract me. “Yeah… I need to pass the test.”
Baz
Coach said one of the nurses were going to be coming over soon. Couldn’t he just heal me up and let me jump back in the game? We were losing and the visiting team now had control of the ball. A sigh came from me as I looked back to my knee.
If that bastard didn’t have to slam into me causing me to twist more than I should on my leg, I wouldn’t be here sitting on the bench again with my back against Dev’s side. I felt so useless. I couldn’t even bend my bloody leg now without a surge of pain around my knee.
“You good, Baz?” Dev asked looking towards me before giving his attention back to the game.
“All good.” I lied.
I was glad that I had a high pain tolerance, but it wasn’t enough. That popping sound sound from when I hit the ground was echoing in my ears. Whatever happened, fucked up my leg. I know Coach wasn’t going to let me play for a while or even practice due to this. When Nullings had gotten his ankle sprained last season, Coach caused him to sit out about three weeks. A week after his doctor said he was clear to play.
Luckily, he was back. We almost lost those games without him as our sweeper. Now, he was playing better than before. Maybe the injury made his ankle better? Either way, he’s on the pitch now with the ball passing it to Thompson. Both good men.
The crowd practically screamed when the ball flew through the net. Thompson somehow carried that ball practically the whole pitch. No wait… Ah, Foster had helped. Good teamwork. I had to give a smile seeing that we had now made it on the scoreboard. With about twenty minutes left, I don’t to have high hopes of winning. Though, it’s still possible.
One of the nurses had finally made their way onto the sidelines and had taken a look at my knee. I swear to Crowley, if she touches it I would be dragging my fangs into something. She looked at Dev then towards me.
“I think it would be best to bring you back to the infirmary.” She seemed sweet, but damn. She wanted me to walk back to the buildings? Was she mad? I could barely walk myself to the bench with Dev and Thompson helping me.
Dev had gotten up, without warning me, which caused me almost lose my balance. He held out his hand to me and I just glared. I would be fine with being carried in any form than walking, but that would truly kill my reputation. So I took my only option. I swung my other leg to the ground so I was facing Dev. I grabbed his wrist and pulled myself up onto my good leg, the other didn’t dare touch the ground. Bending it did cause a grimace look of pain sweep over my face. He let me lean most of my weight against him, which wasn’t much. He probably could lift twice of me.