Sammy Walcott
"Walcott!"
I moved forward picking up a ball with my stick, my eyes moved to the bleachers and I could see Elijah sitting at the same spot surrounded by girls. A sigh escaped my lips and my eyes narrowed back at the guy at the post.
With one fluid shot, the ball shot forward and passed by the goalie's stick, entering straight into the post. Some girls watching cheered, clapping their hands together.
Coach clapped calling on another student to practice. It wasn't something big, I was used to doing this almost every time but weirdly, now, I yearned praise. Praise from Elijah. I looked back at the bleachers and now he was smiling his million dollar smile at the girls and wiggling his brows. I wonder what he's saying.
My eyes dropped down to the girl who had her hand on his
