FALLING FOR MY TUTOR

Chapter 5

SCOTT'S POV

So weird. Every face I came across seemed so lit up. Every crowd I passed by seemed to be uttering something exciting.

I was walking with Miles and Lewis heading for the canteen and by the look of things they seemed so unbothered,probably not noticing.

From a distance I could see Racheal speedily run towards my direction.I couldn't quite see clearly but the short skirt and long blonde hair couldn't allow me to mistake her for someone else.

"She's quite a snack, "Miles teased me.

"Babe!Babe!"Rachel chirped as she neared me.

I spread my arms open to receive her with a hug and kissed her forehead. She liked it when I got all mushy mushy especially in front of the boys.

"You've got to join The Razzers babe,"trying to catch her breath.

Raising my eyebrows in confusion, "The Razzers? "I had no idea what she was talking about.

"I nearly forgot you just joined Liberty High," she chuckled giving her forehead a light pat.

"It's the most popular team in school bro. The football team, "Lewis tried to explain.

"So...there's a game tomorrow and I'm dead sure if you join you just might end up being the man of the match,"Racheal jumped on her toes repeatedly in excitement.Man of the match Racheal? We should be talking of the whole team winning. It's not always a competition Racheal.

Well,I was quite good in football. At my previous school I was actually team captain.

"But isn't it too late? "I questioned.

"No man,you have an upper hand. They're playing against your previous school,The Republicans. And you were probably the only reason they used to beat us, "Miles enlightened me.

"The coach has watched you play before. He'll definitely want you on his team, "Lewis added.

"Please babe, "Racheal pouted irresistibly.

"Fine. I'll try.I just hope he will,"trying not to make it seem so obvious that the coach would definitely let me play. I mean, who wouldn't want me on their team?

After much convincing,Racheal pecked my cheek and bid me goodbye to go back and join her friends. She had cheerleading practise in preparation for the game.

It was now games time and every sport was having practise in their respective pitches.

I shifted my gaze to the football pitch and landed on the coach.

"Guys we'll catch up later. Let me take my shot, "patting Myles' back advancing to the direction the coach was sitting.

"Hi there coach, "

"Hi there Scott Grey, "he knew me!I was taken a back.

"I've just heard of tomorrow's game, "still trying to find a way to make it come out right, "can I play? "

"Without practise? This boys train hard before a game, "he challenged me. At this point I felt so stupid for even trying.Who asks to join a team a day before they're having a game? I was almost giving up, having barely tried.

"I'm really good sir, I was team captain at my previous school, I played for The Republicans... "I took another shot. This time, giving it my best.

"I know.I know,"he interjected his arms akimbo. This explained why he knew me even by name.

Stroking his chin back and forth as if thinking hard, he sighed deeply, "you're in,"

I let out a loud yelp punching the air severally. I couldn't conceal the delight in me.

Noticing weird stares from people around me, I hurriedly regained posture to hide the embarrassment.

"See you then,coach,"I left the pitch instantly, ready to share the news with my friends and Racheal. I bet she'd probably be happier than me on hearing this.

"I'm in, "I informed the boys when we met up later that day. I dropped them off everyday after school.

"You're always lucky big man, "Miles chuckled playfully ruffling my hair as I in turn lightly slapped off his hand to make him stop but to no avail.

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From the dressing room we could hear the crowd go wild as the cheerleaders entertained them.

Immediately after the cheerleaders left the pitch we were set to start the game.

I was getting quite tense by every minute keeping in mind I was the only one who had not attended practise. What if I was rusty? What if I disappointed them? They'd end up not liking me from the very beginning.

A huge bang on my head pulled me to reality from my trail of thoughts.

"Ouch, "I groaned trying to rub my head to ease the pain as I turned to get a glimpse of what had hit me.

"Oops, "a boy behind me uttered forming a smirk at the corner of his mouth.

From the look on his face, his remark was not genuine at all. Was their something I was not getting?

"Why did you do that? "

"I was walking then I slipped and my elbow somehow landed on your big-small head, "he was quick to correct himself throwing his head back in a sarcastic laugh.

"Hey! Hey! I'm asking one more time,why did you do that?Do we have a problem here? "grinding my jaws as I clenched my fist trying to sink the anger that was quickly escalating in me.

"Asking one more time? "he stepped back, "I see you have some nerve tough guy. "

The guy was ready to fight me. For what reason? I didn't understand. Why would someone be beefing up with me yet they had no slight idea who I was. I was new to the team.

Having being expelled from High End after breaking someone's nose, fighting was the lasting thing I would resort to at that moment.

Just as he was about to throw his first punch, "...and our very own, the Razze-e-ers."

The room was immediately filled with piercing whistles as the coach came in sight shouting, "boys it's time. Make me proud. "

We all left the dressing room running ,tagging along after each other.Determination clearly patched on our faces.

With our husky voices,we shouted, "one.Two.Three.Razzers."Throwing our hands in the air in unsion after layering them up beneath each other.This was a way to steam up ourselves.

The match was on.By the first half the Republicans had already scored their first goal. On our side things were tough,we hardly got a hold of the ball.

Half time went by for fifteen minutes and we were soon back in the pitch.The blowing the of the whistle kicked off the second half.

"Craig! I'm open.Pass the ball, "one of my team members waved in the air signalling our very own.

The ball went past him and swiftly landed on my feet. I was quick to react and hit it straight to our opponents' goalpost which was just near me.

"One for Razzers, "the crowds buzz vibrating the ground.

I always made my team proud. I had scored. For a few seconds my team members were running towards me roughly jumping on me in celebration. Apart from the dressing room guy, of course.

We were back on and as I was striving to get a shot of the ball being passed to me, the dressing room guy jumped in front.

I gestured him to make way but he didn't move even an ounce. He stood still as if weighing options. His fierce eyes narrowed on me.

I tried looking around him to have a glance of the ball and it was then that he arched his back and hastily headed for me, diving hard somewhere in between my rib cage.

I heavily landed on the ground with a thud, scrunching in throbbing pain. A strong kick on my head then followed.

"She's all mine.No one else can have her!"this were the last words I recalI hearing before everything suddenly went blur and finally black.