The Captain

Hate at First Sight

Guess I was born with the wrong tongue, here

In the wrong place and at the wrong time

London grammer- Different breeds

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     48hours passed by in a blur. It went so fast. One-minute Harris was on the school field practicing for the finals, in the next he was at the stadium at Diamond Hills playing for the finals. Its like he just took 3 breaths and it was the D-day. Where did all the time go?

He had caught a glimpse earlier of the Diamond hills soccer players and s**t. Holy s**t!

They were so freaking tall! What did they eat?

"Hey buddy." Harris turned around too see an all too familiar round face bouncing up to him. He rolled his eyes.

"Not now Fiona." He sulked taking a seat on a bench.

"Well someone looks nervous... Or unhappy to see me." She giggled.

"I'm always unhappy to see you. Took you 16 years to realize that?" Harris scoffed.

Fiona threw her head back and laughed in amusement. She took a lean on the wall and folded her arms smiling lightly.

"It will be fine kiddo." She smiled softly "Just play like you always do, and you'll win trust me. There's a reason you guys won the public schools division. Just be your usual self."

Harris puffed a series of breaths out of his mouth trying to relax. Fiona was kinda right. If they play like they always do then all will be fine. He just gotta play like he always does.

"Ayd. We'll give our best out there" he sighed. "But they are all just so......"

"They are so tall!!" Fiona exclaimed. "Even with their cheerleaders. And its pisses me off because it makes them look better in their uniform." Fiona sulked glancing down at her purple and yellow uniform and imaginarily comparing it to the glamorous black and silver of that of diamond high. She pouted.

"You noticed? I thought I was the only one." Harris laughed. He scanned the area to make sure no other footballers were close in earshot then he whispered to his sister,

"I got so intimidated when I saw them, I was right about turning in my jersey when you appeared." He joked.

Fiona burst out laughing as she ruffled his hair.

"Oh what now?" She tried to talk in between laughs. "Dont make me loose the semi-respect I have for you Mr captain."

Harris just shook his head. As much us he was joking, a part of him was actually considering the idea now. He didn't see why he shouldn't turn his jersey in now, he meant, all the odds were against his team mates. On a scale of 1 to 10, they were a 0.8

"Dont tell me you are actually considering the idea you coward." Fiona unfolded her arms and took a seat beside her brother.

"Actually I am. Those rich assholes are giants." Harris nodded

Fiona deadpanned and rolled her eyes.

"Okay enough of the chatter young man, its almost time so I gotta go find my vixens." Fiona stood up and kissed Harris lightly on the forehead "I wish you all the best baby boy. You'll need it." She smiled and began heading out of the locker room.

In as much as Fiona and Harris couldn't stand each other on a daily basis, those two secretly enjoyed each others company and would do anything to support the other. Harris stared on at his junior sister as she bounced out of the room.

"Hey evil queen!" He called out.

She quickly turned around on hearing the name her brother attributed to her when she was 5.

"All the best too. You'll need it throwing each other up like that." He snickered.

Fiona laughed and waved, then finally made her way out of the room. Now he was all alone.

"You okay Harris?" Mason appeared and sat on the spot where Fiona was. He brought his shoes out and began lacing them.

"Yh I'm great."

Mason looked up suspiciously and squinted his eyes "Are you nervous captain?"

Harris outright nodded. He simply nodded and clicked his tongue together.

"Wow," mason sighed leaning back with him. "Now we have a nervous captain and a nervous co-captain. What a way to start."

Harris looked at mason with amusement. "Did you just admit you are nervous? Like mason McKinnon just said that out loud?" He snickered.

"Yh shut up Cooper." Mason scoffed and went back to lacing his shoes. " I only said that to make you feel better."

"Well what a way to ruin my mood." The dirty blonde exasperated.

Not long after, the coach came around. He reminded them of how they were to go for states if they won and how individual play would be assessed since good players from both sides will be selected and merged for states. He spoke to the boys giving them the kind of zeal they needed. He seemed happy. His boys were going to make him proud.

The stadium erupted with a roar as Wolfhard high players made an appearance on the field. There were whistles and cheers all over. Purple and yellow colors shining at one side of the field as black and silver glimmered from the other. Their cheerleaders cheering them on proudly and he could swear he saw Fiona wink. Wolfhard had a beam on his face as he groped onto his clipboard.

They had to win.

They had to.

The whistle went and the game began. The diamond high boys weren't easy, at all. Both teams played on and on. Harris was giving his best, and so was mason, and Paul, and Rashford, and Alvin and Aaron, and Kevin and all the other boys on the team.

Soon it was getting close to half time. No goals conceded on both sides. Harris saw a change in Alvin's mood as the game proceeded. The happy all over kid seemed angry and tense.

The whistle for halftime went and they made it back to their locker rooms. Alvin was quietly exchanging words with his twin , Aaron.

"Hey Alvin," Harris approached them with a worried look. "Everything good?"

Alvin suddenly turned quiet and Aaron didn't say anything either.

"Hey talk to me man, what's wrong?" Harris probed.

Alvin bit his lip and turned his gaze to the ground for a minute before looking up.

"Its nothing serious captain, just a little misunderstanding. I'm good."

"Just a misunderstanding?" Harris took a deep breath and gave him a questioning look. "Alvin......"

Alvin sighed in defeat and decided to just tell Harris. What made him think he could hide something from his captain.

"Its the captain of the other team."

"Lingard?" Harris clarified.

"Yes. Yes him. He's been playing bad. Not bad as Wolfhard would describe but bad as in bad. He steps on my foot when I get the ball and pushes me aside. Because he's tall he thinks he can do whatever he wants." Alvin spat in annoyance.

"But its all good. I'll just speak to him when we begin play." He added quickly.

"No I have to report this to the referee. This is foul play."

"No cooper its fine I'll speak to him. Don't worry."

Harris had an unsure expression on his face. If Lingard was playing dirty then he needs to be reported so the authorities keep an eye out for him.

"Are you sure Alvin. I dont want him to hurt you before."

"Its fine Cooper. Let's just beat their asses."Alvin nodded. His brother looked at him worriedly but if his brother said he will sort things out then fine maybe.

"Ok fine. Let's beat those bastards."

The whistle for second half blew and the game commenced once again. Not long, Rashford conceded a goal which threw the Wolfhard supporters into a frenzy. Everyone went crazy when 2minutes after that Harris also put a goal at the back of the net. The fans were dying, the cheerleaders were screaming and the coach kept pumping his fist in joy. The game continued and this time Harris kept one eye on the ball and the other on Lingard, the Diamond hills captain.

He had thick black hair and dark chocolate eyes that held some sort of darkness. His skin was slightly pale and he was tall too. About 6 foot 1. A tad taller than Harris.

Harris hasn't seen him speak to any of his teammates once. He had that aura around him that loudly stated,

dont f**k with me.

Harris didn't like him. Harris didn't like people who never smiled or were moody all the time. Yes, of course there's mason. But that little dipshit is what you'd call.... Sarcastic. Mason may be all he is, annoying and obnoxious...but definitely not this.

He turned around to take a look at Lingard again when he caught a glimpse of what Alvin was talking about. Right there.

Right in front of him, Lingard had stepped on the sole of Alvin's foot to get the ball. Alvin loosing his balance landed on his arm and screeched in pain.

Harris all of a sudden was filled with rage. What the f**k was that!!

"Hey!!" Harris shouted as he stormed towards the diamond hills captain. Lingard simply walked on. If he did hear Harris, then he was brushing him off. And this was pissing off the Wolfhard captains soul.

"Hey you jerk!!" Harries cried. Lingard still walked on.

"Hey I'm talking to you asshole!!" Harries pushed Lingard who toppled a bit but then gained his balance as he turned and shot daggers at Harris.

"What the hell?" He hissed with a thick frown appearing on his forehead.

"What the hell?! You play like that and ask me what the hell?" Harris' nostrils flared in anger. What was wrong with this dipshit?

The dark haired boy closed his eyes like he was trying to find some sanity and took in a very deep breath. Then slowly he opened his eyes and stared dead into Harris' light green eyes,

"Listen to me Copper..."

"Its Cooper" Harris quickly interjected with his rage boiling.

Lingard pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, like he was too cool to be having this conversation.

"Whatever." He sighed clenching his jaw "I'm trying so hard to be in form today. I'd kill to be anywhere else but here so now listen to me, you better get the f**k off my face before I do it for you...."

Harris balled his hand into a fist as he just stared at him in disbelief..

"Like how I took care of that pathetic excuse of a player..."

Harris was boiling. He was boiling over. The others players had stopped playing to watch what was going on between the two.

"You’re are an asshole enough." Lingard said, "dont make it any wider."

There. He hit the spot.

In a flash, Harris threw a punch which landed on the dark haired boys face as blood spluttered from his nose.

The whole stadium turned dead silent.