Songs I listened to while writing this chapter:

"Dirty Little Secret" All-American Rejects

"Sour Cherry" The Kills

"I'm Mad" Lil' Bossie

Briarwood Academy

Non-Denominational Chapel

Monday, October 8th

11:00 am

After the Briarwood Academy glee club sung five songs (one being the annoying Briarwood Academy alma mater). Coach Victor Plovert, the boys' assistant soccer coach and also Chris Plovert's favorite uncle, stepped up to the podium. His uncle formally played goalie for a professional soccer team when he lived in Argentina back in the eighties. Only the best for Briarwood Academy.

The head coach was out because he had to go over to London for some unknown reason and wouldn't be back until the middle of November.

"Fellow students," he began, "Now you all know that BA is known for it's amazing soccer team, right?"

"Whoo!" Derrick, Cam, Kemp, Plovert, and B-listers from the soccer team cheered.

"And you also know that the infamous 8th grade soccer captain, Matthew Parker transferred to Westwick Prep in Manhattan about a week ago."

"Here it comes," Plovert whispered over Kemp Hurley.

"What?" he whispered.

"Uncle-slash-Assistant Coach Vic is gonna make me captain. He swore he would make me captain in front of the entire family at our family dinner."

"I'm jealous," Kemp snickered.

"And," Coach Vic continued, "I know all of you have been waiting to hear who made captain," the coach glanced over at Chris Plovert

Derrick, who was sitting right beside him smiled when Coach looked over. 'Silly Derrick,' Plovert thought, "He actually thinks Uncle's talking about him.'

"Just tell us who made it already!" some B-lister from the soccer team yelled.

"And the soccer captain for the 2008-2009 school year is none other than--"

Chris began to rise.

"Derrick Harrington!"

"WHAT!?!" Plovert yelled.

"Come on up D!" Coach Vic called him up. Derrick ran up without hesitation.

"Anything you wanna say?" Coach asked when Derrick got up to the podium.

"Thanks Coach Victor. And Go Tomahawks," Derrick said into the mic and shook his hand. The entire chapel cheered.

"Call me Vic," Victor said, "I knew from the beginning that you were the best," he said into the mic.

"Oh hell no," Chris Plovert whispered over to Kemp Hurley, "He swore. My own uncle too."

"Still like Harrington?" Kemp whispered.

"Need I say?" Plovert said with an evil smirk and shook Kemp's hand as if making a deal with the devil.

Plovert Estate

Dining Room

Monday, October 8th

7:30 pm

"My life could not get anymore pointless!" Plovert slammed his NorthFace backpack on the gray, stone floor in the dining room of the three story red brick mansion.

"What happened?" Plovert's mother asked not bothering to look up from her romance novel.

"Derrick Harrington was born is what happened!"

"Explain," his mom turned the page. His mother had the same chestnut brown hair as her son only hers was in a tight bun. Amanda Plovert's late husband, Marcas Carter, died from overdose when Chris Plovert was nine years old. She was currently dating some guy that owned a line of luxury apartments.

"You know when Uncle Vic said, no swore that he would make me captain," Plovert asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Well, Derrick made it," Plovert stated. There was a long pause.

"You gonna say anything mom?" Plovert asked impationtly.

"The truth?" she asked.

"It would be nice."

"Well," she sat her book on the table, "I honestly don't see the problem here. What he did was fair; if Victor doesn't think you would be right as captain then--"

"Then why'd he say he would?" Chris snapped.

"But--"

"No! Ever since Dad died, Uncle Victor has been like a dad to me, and he turns around and does this," he snapped.

"Calm down," she pulled out the chair right beside her for him to sit down but he refused. "Just because he thought Derrick was a better soccer captain doesn't mean he doesn't love you. This is not his fault"

"You're right mom," he swallowed hard, "It's not Uncle Vic's fault."

"Exactly," Amanda continued reading her book.

"It's Derrick's," Plovert said under his breath as he crossed over to the spiral staircase.

"I guess I'm just gonna have to take matters into my own hands," Plovert said to himself.

Yeah I'm starting to get sick of Plovert too. Next chapter will be from Derrick and Cam's POV. And a Pretty Committe incounter

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