The next day, when Trey walked into history, Sheryl almost didn't
recognize him. His hair was cut short, almost military style, and his
goatee was gone.
"Boy, they all but scalped you, son," Petey laughed. "Sunshine would count his blessing if he saw you."
"Yes, sir," Trey laughed, but only at the scalping part. He didn't know who Sushine was or why they would be amused at his haircut.
"Who's Sunshine?" He asked, taking his seat by Sheryl. She seemed to know everything else, so why not that, too.
"The first boy who tried to go out for the Titans with long hair. Coach cut it for him, up at camp. His name was, is, Ronnie Bass, but Petey, Mr. Jones, gave him the nickname Sunshine cause he was from California and had blonde hair," she explianed.
"Mr. Jones played here?"
"On the first and second teams ever," she nodded.
"Cool. So are you going to be there to cheer for me when I get my try out this afternoon?"
"I'll be there," she answered. Just as he was about to grin that cocky grin of his, she added, "But not to cheer for you."
"All right, everybody," Petey said. "Let's get down to business."
Sheryl turned away from Trey.
Nikki passed her a note.
"Sheryl and Trey, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g......"
Sheryl rolled her eyes and wrote back,
"Nikki, my dear friend, you need some serious pyschological help, BUT, not now."
That afternoon, Trey got to the field house at 2:59. He had ran all the way from his last class. He dressed out in the uniform Yoast gave him and walked out onto the field.
"Gardner," Boone called out. Trey walked over to him. "I like that haircut and shave. Your coach back in Louisiana sent a letter for me with your file. He said you were a good QB. Have you ever run a split veer?"
"A few times," Trey answered.
"Alright, get in there and show us what those cajun boys can do."
Trey grinned and pulled his helmet on. He was good, and he knew it. He took the quarter back position and gave the practice his all.
Nikki and Sheryl were sitting on the bench watching the practice unfold. When Trey missed a pass, Sheryl groaned, when it was on target, she whooped. Nikki did, too. Trey was cool and seemed to bring out soemthing in her shy best friend.
"Do you like him?" She finally asked.
"Yeah," Sheryl replied, casually. "He's cool."
Nikki sighed. Sometimes Sheryl was as dense as a mud. "That is not what I meant, Sheryl. I mean, do you LIKE like him?"
"What?! No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. If I did you would have been the first to know it. We tell each other everything, don't we?"
"Yeah. I was jsut curious."
"Well, don't be."
"Okay. Sheesh. Bite my head next time," Nikki giggled. Sheryl did like him, she just didn't know it yet.
"What do you think?" Boone asked Yoast. "Think we should let him play?"
"He's good." Coach admitted. "We could use him."
"Yeah." Boone fell silent for a moment the said, "That letter also said Gardner was a hot-headed, bad-ass, know-it-all, smart aleck who was proned to playing selfish, show-off football."
Yoast smiled. "I have yet to see the hot-headed, bad-ass, know-it- all, smart aleck, show-off you couldn't handle. Let the boy play."
Boone grinned. They did need a good QB if they were going to make thier 8th perfect season.
"All right. He's in." He blew his whistle and montioned for the team to gather up. "Boys, we got ourselves a new QB. Trey Gardner. Another Titan brother. Treat him as such." With that, he dismissed them for the day.
Trey was grinning from ear to ear as he walked over to Sheryl and Nikki.
"How was that?" He asked Sheryl.
"Making the team is easy," she answered. "Keeing your spot is the hard part. See you tomorrow. Nikki, call me later."
She picked up her books and walked out to Coach's truck.
"Does she always play this hard to get?" Trey asked Nikki.
Nikki shrugged. "I wouldn't know. No one else has ever wanted to get her, or if they did, they didn't have the guts to try it. She has a whole football team of honorary big brothers and they all take thier job very seriously. Don't be discourged though. Got to run. Bye."
Trey shook his head as he walked to the showers. Those were tthe two strangest chicks he had ever met, but he liked them. He just liked one more than the other.
"Boy, they all but scalped you, son," Petey laughed. "Sunshine would count his blessing if he saw you."
"Yes, sir," Trey laughed, but only at the scalping part. He didn't know who Sushine was or why they would be amused at his haircut.
"Who's Sunshine?" He asked, taking his seat by Sheryl. She seemed to know everything else, so why not that, too.
"The first boy who tried to go out for the Titans with long hair. Coach cut it for him, up at camp. His name was, is, Ronnie Bass, but Petey, Mr. Jones, gave him the nickname Sunshine cause he was from California and had blonde hair," she explianed.
"Mr. Jones played here?"
"On the first and second teams ever," she nodded.
"Cool. So are you going to be there to cheer for me when I get my try out this afternoon?"
"I'll be there," she answered. Just as he was about to grin that cocky grin of his, she added, "But not to cheer for you."
"All right, everybody," Petey said. "Let's get down to business."
Sheryl turned away from Trey.
Nikki passed her a note.
"Sheryl and Trey, sitting in a tree. K-i-s-s-i-n-g......"
Sheryl rolled her eyes and wrote back,
"Nikki, my dear friend, you need some serious pyschological help, BUT, not now."
That afternoon, Trey got to the field house at 2:59. He had ran all the way from his last class. He dressed out in the uniform Yoast gave him and walked out onto the field.
"Gardner," Boone called out. Trey walked over to him. "I like that haircut and shave. Your coach back in Louisiana sent a letter for me with your file. He said you were a good QB. Have you ever run a split veer?"
"A few times," Trey answered.
"Alright, get in there and show us what those cajun boys can do."
Trey grinned and pulled his helmet on. He was good, and he knew it. He took the quarter back position and gave the practice his all.
Nikki and Sheryl were sitting on the bench watching the practice unfold. When Trey missed a pass, Sheryl groaned, when it was on target, she whooped. Nikki did, too. Trey was cool and seemed to bring out soemthing in her shy best friend.
"Do you like him?" She finally asked.
"Yeah," Sheryl replied, casually. "He's cool."
Nikki sighed. Sometimes Sheryl was as dense as a mud. "That is not what I meant, Sheryl. I mean, do you LIKE like him?"
"What?! No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. If I did you would have been the first to know it. We tell each other everything, don't we?"
"Yeah. I was jsut curious."
"Well, don't be."
"Okay. Sheesh. Bite my head next time," Nikki giggled. Sheryl did like him, she just didn't know it yet.
"What do you think?" Boone asked Yoast. "Think we should let him play?"
"He's good." Coach admitted. "We could use him."
"Yeah." Boone fell silent for a moment the said, "That letter also said Gardner was a hot-headed, bad-ass, know-it-all, smart aleck who was proned to playing selfish, show-off football."
Yoast smiled. "I have yet to see the hot-headed, bad-ass, know-it- all, smart aleck, show-off you couldn't handle. Let the boy play."
Boone grinned. They did need a good QB if they were going to make thier 8th perfect season.
"All right. He's in." He blew his whistle and montioned for the team to gather up. "Boys, we got ourselves a new QB. Trey Gardner. Another Titan brother. Treat him as such." With that, he dismissed them for the day.
Trey was grinning from ear to ear as he walked over to Sheryl and Nikki.
"How was that?" He asked Sheryl.
"Making the team is easy," she answered. "Keeing your spot is the hard part. See you tomorrow. Nikki, call me later."
She picked up her books and walked out to Coach's truck.
"Does she always play this hard to get?" Trey asked Nikki.
Nikki shrugged. "I wouldn't know. No one else has ever wanted to get her, or if they did, they didn't have the guts to try it. She has a whole football team of honorary big brothers and they all take thier job very seriously. Don't be discourged though. Got to run. Bye."
Trey shook his head as he walked to the showers. Those were tthe two strangest chicks he had ever met, but he liked them. He just liked one more than the other.