Chapter 2- Headaches

"Pass the damn ball, Otto!" Aaron was hot. Speaking of hot it was an eighty degree day in Ocean Shores. The gym's air conditioning was broke, but the guys decided to practice anyway. "Twister, you need to pay attention to where the ball is going!" As usual, the ball went out of bounds without Twister noticing it, all he was focused on was Reggie. "DAMMIT! I'm sick of you all. You are all over your heads with one thing or another. And Squid, you need to hustle more. Don't stand around, DO SOMETHING!"

Aaron went to the Shore Shack for a shake to cool off. "What's wrong?" Tito was asking Aaron the same question as anyone would when they looked angry. "My team just doesn't pay attention to me. It's not like I'm a hothead or anything. They don't listen to a DAMN THING I SAY!" Then, Aaron spiked the glass cup on the floor."

Tito just rolled his eyes. "The Ancient Hawaiians would say, "He who goes near the lava, is toast!" "What I am saying is that your team won't listen to you if you keep going off the deep end!"

Meanwhile, at Mad-town, Otto and the gang were skating. "I think we should just tell Aaron to forget it," said Otto. Reggie nodded, "He has too much of a temper. It's not like Twister would pay attention, anyway, so what does he have to worry about?" Sam disagreed, "Maybe he's just trying to make us play team ball. He's trying to get us to win. Don't you remember that, Otto? He has the same desire that you have to win." Twister just remarked, "Yeah!"

That night, Aaron was brushing his teeth, and from behind Otto snuck under him, after all Otto still weighed only about 95 pounds, and all of the sudden, Aaron felt a cool rush of air down his legs. "Otto! Oh, my God!" Otto just exposed his boxers, Bart Simpson boxers, that is. "I'll get you for that one, Otto!" Aaron had to laugh, too that was pretty funny.

Later that night, the Rockets, Twister, Sam and Aaron decided to camp out in the tent, and played a game of Truth or Dare. Otto asked the question to Aaron, "Truth or Dare?" Aaron, of course replied dare. "Okay, I dare you to sneak up to Reggie's room and wear her clothes!" The gang laughed. "You're on, Otto!"

Aaron came back, and the gang had to laugh. "Okay, I'm getting out of these, Otto. I dare you to kiss…Twister!" Reggie got a big kick out of this! Aaron was rolling around laughing! Otto did as he was told. Twister said, "Hey that's not bad. I think I'm blushing!" Reggie lightly slapped Twister in the face, then the pillow fight was on! Fun times were certainly on the way.

The next day was Game Day, versus the Destroyers': Lars' team. The Rocket Team, frankly put up a horrible fight. By halftime, they were down 50-20. "They're bigger than us!" Twister was so intimidated by Lars and how much bigger they were than their team. Aaron was shaking his head. "If you guys aren't going to do the job, then I'll go out there and do it for you! Now come on!"

It was a blowout near the end of the third quarter. Otto stole the ball from Lars, only to get hammered in the back. There was no foul call at all. "THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Aaron yelled. "My guys are getting killed out there, and you aren't calling anything!" The referee sternly warned Aaron, "If you don't get out of my face, I'm throwing you out." "Okay, I dare you to throw me out, you piece of garbage!" "That's it you're gone!" Aaron had enough. "YOU'RE KIDDING ME! You are the sorriest bunch of officials I have ever seen in my life. He threw the water cooler onto the court and a chair to boot, and left the court in anger. By the end of the game it was the Destroyers 100, Rockets 70. Could things get worse?