The Meet
Same street as before, eighteen teenagers face each other.
"So this is your team?" Lucas laughed.
"My team no, this is the team that will give us bragging rights." Raleen smirked.
"You are so going to lose that bet and-" began Frankie.
"Whoa, wait. What bet?" Peter interrupted.
"Doesn't involve you." Dan walked out of the shadows.
"Right so, to introduce the team," Raleen pointed to each person as she said their name, "Ava, Peter, Luke, Danny, Sam, Dan, Jared, Zane, and of course me."
"Frankie, Roy, Wilson, Weston, Zeek, Amail, Remush, Loma, and me." introduced Lucas.
Both teams huddled.
"Okay so, Luke on Frankie, Danny on Roy, Peter on Wilson, Ava on Weston, Sam on Zeek, I'll take Amail, Jared on Remush, Zane on Loma, and Raleen, show Lucas some moves." Dan ordered.
"My pleasure," Raleen smiled wickedly.
"Frankie will try and barrel through you, don't hurt him to much. Roy thinks he's fast but he always is trying to show off, use it to your advantage. Wilson will always leap up to catch the ball and stay low to the ground when running, just leap higher. Weston will try to slip in between players, don't let him see you. Zeek will try to flirt with the girls on our team, this time showing off will help. Amail will only play when he feels it right, keep him confused. Remush will do anything Frankie tells him to, if he can't hear Frankie it's pointless. Loma will act cool, act being the key word. Lucas is a jerk who thinks girls can only stand there and look pretty, this is why we have Raleen." Zane described.
"When we get possession, it is essential we keep the football moving, you may not be able to use your powers but you do have other skills. Please, show off." Raleen instructs.
The huddles diminished, and the game began.