Friend

Rikel's Pov


I walk down the school hallway to the gym. That is where we are meeting for football practice, and I really think we are going to nail this game. As excited as I am, I can't seem to get my mind off the fact that there will be important people there. If they don't like me, I won't get into the collages I want. I can't mess this up.
"Rik? You alright?" I hear a voice call out and I turn around to see one of my teammates. His name is Cartman, and he always worries about me. I think he likes me. I wouldn't consider him a friend though. The only reason people take an interest in me is because I'm a girl with 'girly parts'. I think the just wanted to see me just around the field.

I walk out outside as do my teammates -sand we stop in our tracks. Our coach has something to say and we all listen up. He states that there is a lot writing on this game, so we have to make it count. He tells half of us to run laps and the other half to do stretches. I am in the half who is stretching. All we have on are our tights and undergarments. I'm not in my bra a of course. I have to put in more than them but still wearing very little. Coach put my in the back so I wouldn't distract the others. We did jumping jacks and the guy next to me just started to stare. Not my my face but my chest. I just bouncing up and down, and he was just loving it. We did push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, and standing toe touches. I bent over on touched my shoes and just leaned back and enjoyed the view. "Mr. Calaworthy! Staring at a fel- f... another teammate is restricted. You are supposed to be looking at how well you can touch them toes!" The coach yells and the guy next to me groaned and bent down as well.


We go running and the other half of the team does stretches. We take off and I play One way or another in my head. I pick up my pace keeping up with the best of the song. I mouth the lyrics of the chorus in the song and I pass the other guys. I'm obviously not in the lead though, but It's not a race. It is to some people.
We do some other stuff and practice ends before long. I walk off the fiend after gatgering my stuff. I bend over to get my bag and feel a firm slap on my butt. I feel several more, and I just let it go. People do it to their teammates and it's a thing of showing good support and effort, right. I don't mind. I really think they are starting to see me as a member of this team.

I jog into the parking lot and get into my dads truck. "You need shower" he comments and I roll my eyes. I don't smell that bad" I I say looking out the window as he starts driving. "You don't smell at all. You're just sweaty" he explains and I sniff my shirt. He's right. I don't smell. That is something I never really did. I would sweat, but I would always smell fresh as fabric softener. "Hey Riki, what do you want to eat" my brother asks from the backseat. He stayed home because he was sick today. "I don't know" I whine. "You never know" he complains and out dad shushes us. I put the window down with the wind hitting my in the face. "No! It's cold!!" Cristain pleads and I roll it up. "Lord knows it is not cold in here. You're sick" I state and he still complains he's cold. "Ugh!!!"

Notes

First chapter. Hope you like it. Comment and vote what you think.