It was Monday, we were both grumpy. After Lex picked me up and we had our morning coffee run, Lex and I pulled into the parking lot in her black 1967 Chevy Impala. We both immediately noticed the huge, black F150 parked in the back of the lot. The one the sexies arrivied in yesterday. We shot each other a look before hopping out of the car and heading toward the school.
"Bye baby!" Lex yelled to The Impala.
"Do you have to do that everyday?" I asked annoyed that my caffeine hadn't kicked in yet.
"Yes, now shut up." We got inside the school and headed to our lockers before hearing a murmur run thru the sea of students. I turned around to see what everyone was looking at and I saw the man from yesterday step out of the office. As soon as I saw the popular girls break out of their daze and rush over to him, I rolled my eyes and dragged Lex in the direction of homeroom.
"Where is the other one?" Lex asked, "I'm disappointed he wasn't there."
"I'm sure he's around" I grumbled as I readjusted the books and binders I was carrying.
As if on cue the once again leather clad man walked out of the boys bathroom. Lex stopped dead in
her tracks, but once again the popular girls swarmed him. The warning bell rang and we scurried off
to homeroom. We just made it in the room when the bell rang.
After school we made our way to the Locker room, and dropped our bags. After checking in with Coach McMahon, I took my place with the clipboard in the grass at the end of the bleachers. Both Lex and I grew up watching football and we have loved it. When coach asked us to be assistant coaches, Lex denied because she was already working at the local garage and couldn't fit practices into her schedule. When she could she came and helped me and vice versa. Today was tryouts and we had a lot of possible players. After running a few drills, we let the guys take a water break and we sat down with coach to talk.
"So what do you ladies think? Anyone catch your eye?"
"We are not close enough to see faces, only numbers, so we can be unbiased." Coach nodded, "But we have seen major skills from….." we looked at our notes as Lex read off numbers and comments.
"18 has strength but no endurance, he can throw very far and catch nicely. That must be Ziggler. 27 has nice endurance but can't catch if his life depended on it. He can kick pretty well. We could use him as our kicker. Has to be Jey Uso" Coach looked impressed.
"Anyone else you ladies can name?"
"Jimmy Uso is 42, and Orton is 86." Lex listed.
"Dont forget Sheamus is 63 and Seth is 12" I added.
"Nice job ladies, lets get back out there."
An hour later coach sent the guys home, saying there would be a list of callbacks up outside his office an hour after senior lunch tomorrow.
"Alright, who is up for starbucks?" coach asked us as we finished cleaning up the field.
"WE ARE" we screamed.
After piling into coach's car, we pulled into the closest starbucks. The car had barely come to a stop before we all jumped out and ran to get some much needed caffeine.
"Okay girls, let's get down to business-" he was cut of by me screeching,
"TO DEFEAT...BUM, BUM...THE HUNS" They just rolled their eyes at me and Lexi handed me my Latte which I happily gulped down.
"Okay coach, so we made a list of players who need to be gone." Lex started.
"You guys know you can call me Hunter right?"
"We know. You have told us a million times." I rolled my eyes, "Its just habit."
"Anyway, Hunter," Lex continued. "We have a list of twelve players who need to get cut, and a list of seven players we need to see again." Coach didn't even blink. He just nodded.
"After knowing you girls as long as I have, I trust your judgement." We both smiled.
"We think if we let go of those twelve, and keep these seven, we can sort through the rest tomorrow at lunch."
"You girls really have no idea how much you guys help. You too Lex, even though you aren't an official a.c. I still can't believe you won't let me tell the guys."
"We have talked about this coach and we think thats its best that the boys don't know how much influence we have and let them think we are wannabe cheerleaders." Hunter started to protest. "-I know not all of them think that and that is why we need to find the ones that do. Remember the Titus O'neil incident of sophomore year? We wouldn't have found out about that if we were not 'undercover'. We are your secret weapon remember? Your eyes and ears where you can't be. We don't want special treatment and we don't want to be brown nosed or bribed. We dont want to be used." Lex explained in a firm tone. Coach and I looked at her in shock. "What?" she asked.
"Where did that come from?" Hunter finally choked out, bewildered.
"Close your mouth Hunter. Grace, we gotta go." Lex rolled her eyes at our stares. Hunter and I broke out of our stupor and chuckled as I trailed after Lex. Crazy bitch.