The Player

Chapter 5

Brielle

10:32 PM

"Do it again!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the blasting music. Christopher and I had been practicing for about an hour and a half, and we had gotten absolutely nowhere. Today was supposed to be easy for him, since I was just teaching the fundamentals. However, with how much he was currently struggling, I was hopeless that he would be able to do an entire routine for the showcase in just two months.

"Honestly, how many times were you hit in the head? I've been teaching you the five basic positions for over an hour and you still don't remember them!"

Stepping away from Christopher, who was currently trying, and failing, at the ballet barre, I swigged from my water bottle. All the yelling that I was doing was breaking me into a sweat.

"I don't think that yelling at me counts as teaching," He complained back, groaning in the process. He stepped away from the barre, seemingly giving up, and sat down with his back against the mirrored wall. He ran his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated with himself.

Seeing him in this state, distraught and beaten down, couldn't help but make me smile. Just a few days earlier, he was THE Christopher Russel, untouchable and perfect in everyone's eyes. But now he sat in front of me, worn down after only an hour of dance taught by yours truly.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked, in between pants. His eyes were squinted in an attempt to keep the sweat out of them, and his face was actually contorted in pain from how bad his body already ached.

And this is our star quarterback? I'm surprised we've ever won.

"Nothing," I said, a smile on my lips. "I just think it's funny that Vista Valley's star athlete can't handle a little ballet."

He scoffed, "Oh and you think that doing football is easy?" Now laughing he continued. "I bet you five bucks that you couldn't even make a field goal if you tried twenty times."

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "I could do it on my first." I don't know why I lied, because I knew that I couldn't make it if I had a hundred tries, but I just wanted to wipe that smug little smirk off his face.

"Prove it." He said. "Let's go right now."

Crap.

"No, we can't because..." I scrambled for an excuse, my face now turning red. "...we have to finish practicing." I let out a deep breath, thanking god that I came up with a reason.

"If I take a break I'll be more focused." He now began to stand up, waiting for me to do the same.

"The football field is locked!"

"I have a way in."

"I don't have any gym shoes!" I said, scrambling for anything at this point.

"They're right over there..." He said, confused, pointing to my Nikes in the corner.

Traitors.

you afraid of a

that I had no choice at this point, I gave up trying to prevent the

the embarrassment of losing." I got up, switching out my ballet flats

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thought, I don't think that this was a good

now stood in front of the field goal, which looked much bigger on the field than it did in the bleachers. It was pitch black outside, and Christopher's

what if we get caught?" Christopher may be used to breaking the rules, but I tried to be a good student. I

said brushing me off. "Now do this field goal

a little off so I

dollars now." He stuck his

his hand away from me. "You

able to make it. I tried to bring back all the memories of football

breath, I prepared to make a complete fool of

I said, trying to line

my leg back, preparing to kick. Even my body didn't want to see this

"Thre- "

the stadium flashed on, causing me and Christopher to cover our

guard came running towards us. I looked back at Christopher, to

mind screamed at me to run, but

Move Brielle!

Move!

I had still yet to move. Groaning he yelled, "For the love of God!" and turned around, running back towards me. Without saying a

the world

behind us, but was falling further and further behind. Christopher's ability to run that fast while carrying me was shocking to say the least. He stopped at a car, which I

seat next

He yelled, driving away from the school. "You just stood there like a

know, OK," I said, a smile on my face. "I just had a delayed

the Incredibles." Throwing my head back, I laughed so hard that my stomach began to

fun you have when you're not a

cried, punching him in the

he smirked.

roof. I stepped onto his armrest before sticking my body through the opening, loving the feeling of the cold, night wind nipping at my skin. My hair whipped in the wind as

the lines of flashing me." Christopher said, his arrogance returning once more.

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