Saturday Night Football

“Get ready boys! Another ten minutes before we get out on the field.”

It was early Saturday Night and Mark was listening to team captain and star quarterback, Bryce Walker before the start of this weekend’s match. They were playing away from home at Wakefield who were another low division college side that weren’t known for their football team. It was the side’s biggest chance to steal a win before the season break at the end of the year.

It wasn’t the only thing on Mark’s mind however. He hated being inside the rooms wearing the same uniform as someone he completely despised. Sitting in the corner of the change rooms, he looked over to Dixon, the ratty mullet, off putting look on his face, walking around the change rooms, focusing on the game ahead.

After what happened with him and Maple, Mark felt utterly sick inside his stomach that there seemed to be no way of kicking him out of the squad.

“You right bud?” Bryce said, taking a seat next to him after noticing he looked angry.

“I don’t know if I can play tonight…”

Bryce looked mortified, the college team didn’t have any back up players for the night that could fill his role. To tell him this ten minutes before the start of the game was probably the worse thing he could have heard right now.

“Are you kidding? What the hell you talking about?”

“Fucking Dixon man…” he muttered quietly so only Bryce could here, “I don’t want to play on the same team as that fucking ****.”

Mark’s voice was extremely quiet but Bryce still looked around the rooms with paranoia as he spat out that last word.

“Look, we don’t exactly have a choice here. I need you out there, we don’t have any other options,” he told him.

His words didn’t do much for the way he was feeling right now. Mark thought he may have been able to just show up, ignore Dixon, ignore what happened with Maple just for a couple of hours and then move on after the game. But that’s much easier said than done, just seeing his stupid mullet was enough to aggravate him.

“Come on, I’ll owe you something if you play,” Bryce said, getting **** now. He thought about what he could say, what he could offer. That’s when he thought about something that Mark had asked him earlier this semester.

“I got it, here’s a deal, if you play tonight and if you score us a touchdown, I’ll let you drive my car,” he told him.

Mark looked to his left, curious to see him propose that, “Your Rolls Royce? You’ll let me drive it??”

Bryce nodded, “If you score a touchdown.”

It may have seemed like nothing to many but Bryce loved that car more than he loved his parents. Ironic that the only reason he owns that car is because of the weekly money he received from his very rich parents. This was probably the only time he would ever get a chance to drive this car.

“Fine, we got a deal,” Mark said, before the two boys shook hands.

A massive relief for Bryce who gave Mark a quick wink before slapping his shoulder and getting up to speak to some of the other team members before the game.

Mark sat back to think about the proposal. Tonight wouldn’t be easy to score, the weather outside was shocking. It was going to be wet, wet, wet.