AkuTheWolfOkami
The Shape-shifting Master of Goatees and Darkness
Nothing was different. There were about 100,000 screaming fans, most dressed in red and black. There was the red jerseys of his team running out to the field. Holding their red helmets in the air, going through warm ups. It was the same as the three times before this game. Yet, somehow, this felt different.
The chocolate skinned man was on one knee away from the others who played his same position. His helmet was under his right black gloved hand, and chin leaning against his left, eyes closed. A black cap sat on his head, no doubt to protect to his hair and a long black skin tight sleeve on his left arm with a wrist band with plays on it. The red jersey on his back read the number 12, and the name Brutus.
It wasn't long before he was up on his feet and black cleats running against the green turf. It was his fourth game as a starter, a true freshman out of Atlanta, Georgia playing for the University of Georgia. He had become an impact player in such a short time, playing both ways of the ball. It was his first home game as a starter, their first game was in the Georgia Dome against Clemson, the next away at Georgia Southern, then away again at South Carolina, but now they had Vanderbilt at home.
The pre-game festivities went on normal, then the coin toss, then it was time for kickoff. They were getting the ball, and he paced down the sideline as it was kicked in the air before going out the end-zone. Yet, he continued pacing. A coach tried to calm him down and then a teammate, but both failed. He was anxious. His friends had been able to come see him play this time, his mom, and his uncle. He was anxious to get his first action.
First play..went by..second...third..First Down. Another couple of plays, before finally "Brutus, slot. 34 Hot back side." When he heard his name he looked up and nodded putting on his helmet trotting on to the field going to slot position a couple of yards right of the tight end. He knew they wouldn't use him a lot on offense today, they wouldn't need to. He'd get to save all his energy from defense.
It was shown on that play, he didn't get the ball. And the next, before he was called back to the sideline. A pat on the back greeted him as he took off the helmet. At least..they went on to score...and would kick it off to the other team. His helmet was back on, he'd have his chance to shine. Yet, three plays..not any action except guarding his man perfectly..and he was back on the sideline.
The next offensive drive he didn't get back on the field, and yet they scored easily. Defense again. First play..no action, but they stopped them for a five yard run..but..this was where it got good for him.
Brutus stepped back ten yards from the line watching the offense move. "Hot link, hot link. BIG RED." was what he yelled making hand signals as he did before the ball was snapped. He stayed on his toes barely sliding back, watching before he saw a receiver turn. He sprinted forward, jumping in front of said receiver and catching the ball. He took the ball and ran down the sideline his team was on, his coaches running with him jumping with joy, telling him to go and he did. All the way to the end-zone.
Tossing the ball to the referee before getting to his knee, and then to his feet running to the End-zone where his mother was and holding his hand out to embrace her's. His teammates then bomb rushed him, smacking him on the helmet before all heading back to the sideline. It was his first career interception return for a touchdown, and he got to do it in front of the people he loved.
The rest of the game went pretty smooth. He got some action on offense, catching three passes for 85 yards and a touchdown, and getting ten tackles and a sack to go with that interception he got.
The game was over, they won. 45-0. He celebrated with his team, went and did team activities after, before going and celebrating with his friends and family. What a night.....
but Sunday came. He turned the television on, SportsCenter. A smile was plastered on his face as he watched his higlights, looking over to his roommate (Their quarterback) the both laughing. Then..there was a knock on their door and he opened it. One of the discipline directors,"Get dressed you have an important meeting."
He didn't know what the meeting could be about, but he put on a polo and khakis and went off to the team conference room...the news he got..he wasn't fond of.
Though he had the GPA 3.18 for the semester, thanks to his several A's and B's, he was failing his calculus II class. And the rules were, you had to be PASSING all the classes to play. "Jozye we regret to inform you, you will be suspended for this upcoming game. And if you don't get at least a B on this next test, you'll be suspended the next. Normally you could just withdraw and save face, but the rules require each student to have a full time schedule, and dropping that class would put you under that. We've assigned a tutor to you, you're to meet her in ten minutes."
He could only nod. I mean what else could he do? His friends and family would be disappointed but..this was his own doing....So with a gentle sigh, he headed to the study room located in the football facilities, and waited for his new tutor.
@Shura