Arguments, Consequences and Spies

Stella's POV

I ran along the soccer field, towards the bleachers. Charlie's soccer game had already started. I was the only one in the band who could make it, since Wen and Olivia were stuck in traffic, trying to get to the music store do to a broken keyboard, and Mo and Scott were finally having a dinner party with each others parents at Scott's house.

I watched as the coach blew the whistle. Charlie had hurt a player by kicking the ball into the player's face.

The face belonged to Ray Beech.

I finally got to the bleachers, not taking my eyes off of the scene in front of me. Ray was yelling at Charlie. I couldn't make out entirely of what he was yelling.

It seemed like he was saying, "CHARLIE! WHAT THE FLIP? YOU GOT MY EYE!" (he was holding his eye and crouching on the floor) "YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR SORRY LITTLE ASS LEMONHEAD! BECAUSE-" And this is where he started cussing...

Charlie was just standing there, apologizing so much he sounded pathetic. The rest of the team continued to play, while Ray was sitting on the side of the field with Charlie standing across from him. It was an amusing fight to watch, but I knew Charlie needed some help. I almost stood up, when the coach yelled, "TIME OUT!" while turning to Ray and Charlie.

I moved to the front row of bleachers, hoping I could hear the coach better. I heard him say something like "You are distracting the team! Do this on your own time! No wait. Forget I said that! Both of you will sit out for next week's game. Is that clear? Now I want both of your acts together or you're off the team!" Charlie looked up at me and frowned.

Ray's POV

I walked into Mesa High with a look of confidence. The halls were crowded with people, and they all parted when I came. Whatever.

I spotted my locker (number 63) and opened it up. A hand tapped me on the soldier, and I turned around to see an annoying face. "What do you want Yamada?" I said. She was looking at me with an amused face. "Do you even know how stupid you looked last night? It was hilarious." she said. I tried to glare at her with the one eye that wasn't bruised and swollen, but it was a little tricky.

"Alright Beech. This is how it's gonna work. You aren't gonna fight Charlie for the rest of the year. He might suck at soccer, but that doesn't mean you get to pick on him. Especially since he doesn't know how to fight like a man." I looked at her like she was annoying me. Which was really hard, considering, I only had one eye. "Look Yamada, the only reason why I absolutely HATE Delgado, is because he's a Lemonhead, and he's costing us the Championships. " I said.

"Look. If you really wanna win, you gotta stop arguing. Or you aren't going to be on the team." she said. Okay seriously, my eye is on fire. "Whatever Yamada." I said, closing my locker.

I walked away, when she ran to catch up with me. "Why do even want Championships anyway?" She asked. I turned around to look at her. Dang this girl talked a lot. "The same reason why Charlie joined the team." She looked at me with her eyebrow raised. "You are obeying your parents? You wanna impress a girl? You-"I interrupted her saying, "I have nothing else." And with that, I walked away, with Stella staring at me.