"Hey! Casey! Slow up girl!" Smash yelled as he jogged towards her. Me and Matt followed.
She looked up and then hesitated and then stopped finally. She looked trapped, like she really didn't want to talk to him.
"Hey, whatsup?" Smash asked as he gripped his backpack.
"Hi." She said quietly as she glanced from Smash, to Matt, to me.
"So you know about this whole team thing." Smash started, "Me and some guys were talkin' and we know that you and the
Coach's family have gone way back but maybe you could try out for another sport you know, leave this game up to the boys."
She blinked rapidly and then shook her head and walked away.
Smash stood there, "Hey Casey! Girl, hold on! We weren't finished talking."
"Hey Case, these guys givin' you trouble?" A deep voice asked.
A tall blond guy with the same piercing eyes stood outside of a blue pick up truck.
"It's alright Dash." She said and put a hand on his chest.
"Are you sure?" Another one asked from the back of the truck.
There were five of them all together. Big and burly with different looks. Only the blond one looked like he was actually related to her.
"Oh man," Matt whispered, "I know these guys..."
"You do?" Smash asked as he never took his eyes away from the pick up truck.
"Their the Jhonson's." He muttered.
The biggest one, the blonde sauntered over towards us.
"What goin' on man?" He nodded towards Smash.
"Nothin' much." He narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, I saw you talkin' to my sister." He said in a harsh whisper.
"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't aware that I wasn't allowed to speak to her."
The guy gave a laugh, "Yeah see I don't like guys like you. Big, meat head football players-"
"Watch yourself." Smash said.
"See, I have respect for the game. Major respect, but it's guys like you that ruin it. You think just because she's a girl
she wouldn't be able to kick any of your asses up and down that field? You better watch yourselves." He pointed a finger at Smash.
He snarled and then Matt gripped his jersey, "Chill man."
"Dash." Casey whispered, "Let's go."
"Man, who are those guys?" Smash asked, fuming.
"That's Dash Jhonson, the oldest. They used to live back in Georgia, the boys were made for football. All of them went to
Georgia Tech and played football. The one with the brow hair, Danny, he was the last one. They were heatin' up the score boards back there.
And Casey Jhonson, there was an article about her. She's been moving around trying to find a team that'll accept her but no such luck.
Until she got to Dillion. Word is that she's just as good as her brothers and that she usually plays... quarter back."
"Matty don't even worry about that." Smash said, "That girls filling in for Toby, no way she'll last."
I just looked at her as she hopped into the back of the pick up truck.
"So what about her Riggs?" Smash asked, "She any good."
"For someone so small she packs a punch." I said, squinting, "Got an arm on her too. But her kicks are outrageous."
"You got all of this from one practice?" Smash asked.
"I'm observant." I said quietly as I threw my gym bag in the back of my pick up.
"You know," Matt said with a smile, "If you did go after that, then technically you would've hooked up with a football player."
Smash laughed as Tim glared at Matt, "Watch out QB."
"Man, I'm just sayin' like you would be goin' out with like the kicker on the Panther's football team." Matt said as I flicked him off.
I jumped in my truck and drove off.