Coach Beistie could be heard from miles away. No one had ever heard her scream or yell like this. No one has ever seen her this angry. She was so angry, in fact, the cheerleader squad said out of the locker rooms altogether; none of them wanted to witness the intensity of her wrath, even though they could hear her loud and clear, and they were still on the field. The football coach was furious at her team because of their pitiful performance during practice. It was so bad, even the cheerleaders could tell how awful they were, and most of them didnât understand the mechanics of football. Beistie was furious with her team; being incredibly competitive, she knew that they would never win a single game, let alone make it to nationals if they continued playing like this. While she was disappointed and furious with the underperformance of the entire team, the player who felt beistieâs wrath the most was the quarterback of the team; David Karofsky.Â
David was the quarterback and captain of his team. His performance today on the field was abysmal; it was downright embarrassing and not befitting of a quarterback or captain. Davidâs performance was so bad, it was no wonder the rest of the team suffered; the quarterback was supposed to lead by example, and Beistie was not afraid to remind Karofsky that his performance today was nothing to be proud of or boast about. Karofsky was so bad on the field today, many were questioning whether he was capable of leading the rest of his team. After a brutal review from their coach, the team was dismissed. After Beiste stormed off, it seemed that everything went back to normal. The rest of the team showered, while the girls from the cheerleading squad went to their locker rooms to freshen up.Â
The tension still lingered the air. One by one, the lock rooms seemed to get smaller and smaller. The cheerleaders were gone for the day, and one by one, the football players left the locker rooms. The only one went in the musky and foul changing station was Karofsky. He seemed to be sitting there, all alone, still dressed in his football gear. Beisteâs infuriated talk had really gotten to him. It was written all over his face. Standing in a nearby corner, out of sight, was the captain of the Cheerios, Alexander Aglae. â Hey,â said the boy with natural golden curls as he slowly made himself known. â That sounded pretty brutal back there,â his voice was gentle and comforting. â I just wanted to make sure you were alright.âÂ
David hadnât felt this low in a long long time. Heâd been so distracted lately that heâd been unable to practice properly and now he was paying for that by having a brand new asshole ripped by Beiste. He just sat there, head down, taking every one of her verbal tear downs at his abysmal performance. He knew why, he knew that he was distracted because heâd been trying to keep himself from being too obvious, stop himself from having anyone know that the only cheerios he was looking at were the men. He was just wanting to hide even more than usual and would give anything for this to end. When Beiste finally left, David just stayed on his seat trying his hardest not to cry which was far from easy.
He thought it couldnât get worse, he just wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him. He heard the sound of the showers, he let it wash over him and slowly felt his shoulders slump more and more as every single person on his team walked out, they hadnât gotten it anywhere near as bad as he had and he felt a tiny bit happy that heâd taken the lumps for his team, but still felt like crap. He was ready to just force himself up to head to the shower when he heard a voice, let lit a sudden shocked sound and turned to see Alexander slipping out and looking innocent and perfect âHoly crap dude, you scared the shit out of meâ he said, instantly getting up and rubbing his neck awkwardly.
He instantly felt his wall going up, puffing his chest out a little and trying to look as stern as he could, which wasnât exactly easy with the glistening eyes that barely held back tears âIâm⊠Iâm good, sheâs just making sure weâre the best we can be and we were dog shit today⊠Iâm alright⊠itâs alrightâ he said, folding his arms defensively, taking his wall and making it physical âYou guys were definitely better out there anyway⊠if only our team could be as good as the cheerleaders, weâd be setâ