Eli glanced at the list of plays on his arm, barely skimming them before calling out the string of letters and numbers that alerted the rest of the team to the play and snap count. He counted to seven in his head, the football landing neatly in his hands not a millisecond after he mentally uttered the word seven. He backed up a few yards - normally he wouldn't go so far back, but this was a slow-unfolding play, the intention to gain a large amount of yardage in one go. His eyes shot over to the left, following Caleb's darting figure heading down the field. As soon as Caleb reached the twenty-five yard line, Eli dropped his arm back and sent out a long, spiraling Hail Mary pass. It arced over the heads of his teammates, and Eli hoped and prayed that it would land at least somewhat near Caleb's open arms and spread fingertips. Apparently, there was a God. The football dropped right into Caleb's grips, and true to his form, he sprinted down the field and scored a touchdown. He always outran the other players on the team, a sure test to see if a play could be pulled off. Eli pumped a fist in the air, and Caleb did the same, pulling off his helmet and grinning at Eli. Coach called them in, congratulating them on a job well done and telling them he was going to let them out early. Today was a good day, Eli decided. He'd gotten a great grade on the project he'd slaved over for weeks, and now practice was letting out a few minutes early. Yes, he thought, a good day.
Jogging over to the locker room, Eli scrambled to get to the showers first. Sometimes, the hot water ran out if the team took too long of a shower, so he always tried to get in first. Sliding a little on the already wet floor of the showers, he slipped into a shower just before Caleb could. "You snooze, you lose, man," he said, grinning before he shut the curtain. The hot water soothed the muscles in his back, but he was still out within five minutes. Ah, the advantages of having a practically shaved head. Gathering his stuff, he headed out back out of the locker room and into the brisk air. It had felt good, having practice in the cold, but now he really felt the impact of the nip in the air. Pulling on his jacket, Eli wasn't paying attention as he made his way down the sidewalk. He ran straight into a girl that was walking the other way, and her books spilled onto the pathway. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," he apologized, and then the girl looked at him. "Well, well, well," he said, grinning, "Look who it is. Andy Wooldridge, herself. What a crazy happenstance."Â
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