Saturday Detention
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
CHAPTER 2
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
HARRY STYLES P.O.V
“Alright mates! Last class of athletic training this year! Let’s finish it with a game of soccer”. The member of the team divided into two groups of 12.
It was our last period of the day and the sun was out and about. We decided to play indoors because of the heat wave that was passing by. Niall and Liam stayed in my team while Zayn and Louis took over the other. The new members for next year’s team stayed in Zayn’s group because they all wanted to try to beat me. And as the captain of the varsity team, I had to put them in their place.
“I’ll be goalie for today”, I gave another mate the ball as they headed into position. The coach whistled his bell giving us a signal to start.
“WAIT WAIT WAIT”, Niall shouted, noticing that he was counting everyone.
“What’s up now Horan?” Zayn said as he patted his shoulder.
“Dude you stopped the game”.
“Sorry mate but you’re missing a member”. Niall said, making me look in my side of the field and count heads. He was right, Caligari wasn’t here.
“It’s not like he’s going to make our team any better so let’s continue”. I really didn’t care if a newbie was not here; I understand it was the last day of school but that wasn’t a reason to miss conditioning. Next thing you knew the doors open showing Caligari come in with his sport bag.
“Sorry I’m late guys”.
“No”. There is one thing I don’t tolerate and that is being late to something.
“What?”
“Your late, you can’t be late to conditioning”.
“But, it’s the last day of school”. He dropped his sport bag on the ground, opening the zipper and taking out his black and silver cleats.
“Leave”, the words made the team stay quiet, as the captain of the team I have the right to kick anyone out for not passing any of the requirements.
“Vince, you’re off the team”. The coach said nothing and he couldn’t tell me anything, this is my team not his.
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? HARRY REALLY? YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Vince face flushed, slamming his cleats to the floor, Niall knew something was going to go down. So he came besides me trying to hold me down.
“I ALREADY DID AND AS THE CAPTAIN I KICK YOU OUT”.
“I DON’T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, THE COACH IS THE COACH THIS IS HIS TEAM NOT YOURS”.
“TAKE YOUR BAG AND LEAVE VINCE, YOU ARE OUT!” I took off my goalie gloves and put them in my pocket.
“ALRIGHT”. Vince grabbed his bag and turned, immediately turning back: making a connection with his fist and my eye. I fell to the ground but I quickly got to my feet.
“YOU WANT TO FIGHT COME ON THEN!” Vince tried to swing at me again as I tackled him to the ground and began to slam his head to the floor hitting him with my fist here and there. I can feel him try to get up and Niall’s hands grabbing me from my shirt. I punched him a few times until he got back to his feet and kneed my stomach. Making me react into tackling his leg which I knew was injured. He instantly got up and grabbed me from my forearms laying me on his shoulders and then dropping my body into the hard floor.
“HEY, LET GO OF HIM VINCE”, I could hear the coach’s voice behind me: My back ache but I managed to get up seeing Vince body in front of me: I tackled him one more time toward the wall where I used my boxing skills and kept on punching his stomach and kidneys until Zayn and Liam got me off him.
“DUDE STOP YOU CAN KILL HIM”, I couldn’t see good with my left eye which I could feel was swollen but I managed to see Vince coughing blood which I smirked to because it showed his weakness.
“STYLES AND CALIGARI, YOU GUYS ARE HEADING TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE”, the coach grabbed us from our shoulders and pushed us through the hallways where I can hear some of my classmates scream my name making me feel like I did some damage to Vince's face.
“I should take you both out from the team, but you two are lucky that today is the last day of school. SATURDAY DETENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU DUMBASSES".
CHAPTER 2
LAST DAY OF SCHOOL
HARRY STYLES P.O.V
“Alright mates! Last class of athletic training this year! Let’s finish it with a game of soccer”. The member of the team divided into two groups of 12.
It was our last period of the day and the sun was out and about. We decided to play indoors because of the heat wave that was passing by. Niall and Liam stayed in my team while Zayn and Louis took over the other. The new members for next year’s team stayed in Zayn’s group because they all wanted to try to beat me. And as the captain of the varsity team, I had to put them in their place.
“I’ll be goalie for today”, I gave another mate the ball as they headed into position. The coach whistled his bell giving us a signal to start.
“WAIT WAIT WAIT”, Niall shouted, noticing that he was counting everyone.
“What’s up now Horan?” Zayn said as he patted his shoulder.
“Dude you stopped the game”.
“Sorry mate but you’re missing a member”. Niall said, making me look in my side of the field and count heads. He was right, Caligari wasn’t here.
“It’s not like he’s going to make our team any better so let’s continue”. I really didn’t care if a newbie was not here; I understand it was the last day of school but that wasn’t a reason to miss conditioning. Next thing you knew the doors open showing Caligari come in with his sport bag.
“Sorry I’m late guys”.
“No”. There is one thing I don’t tolerate and that is being late to something.
“What?”
“Your late, you can’t be late to conditioning”.
“But, it’s the last day of school”. He dropped his sport bag on the ground, opening the zipper and taking out his black and silver cleats.
“Leave”, the words made the team stay quiet, as the captain of the team I have the right to kick anyone out for not passing any of the requirements.
“Vince, you’re off the team”. The coach said nothing and he couldn’t tell me anything, this is my team not his.
“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? HARRY REALLY? YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” Vince face flushed, slamming his cleats to the floor, Niall knew something was going to go down. So he came besides me trying to hold me down.
“I ALREADY DID AND AS THE CAPTAIN I KICK YOU OUT”.
“I DON’T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, THE COACH IS THE COACH THIS IS HIS TEAM NOT YOURS”.
“TAKE YOUR BAG AND LEAVE VINCE, YOU ARE OUT!” I took off my goalie gloves and put them in my pocket.
“ALRIGHT”. Vince grabbed his bag and turned, immediately turning back: making a connection with his fist and my eye. I fell to the ground but I quickly got to my feet.
“YOU WANT TO FIGHT COME ON THEN!” Vince tried to swing at me again as I tackled him to the ground and began to slam his head to the floor hitting him with my fist here and there. I can feel him try to get up and Niall’s hands grabbing me from my shirt. I punched him a few times until he got back to his feet and kneed my stomach. Making me react into tackling his leg which I knew was injured. He instantly got up and grabbed me from my forearms laying me on his shoulders and then dropping my body into the hard floor.
“HEY, LET GO OF HIM VINCE”, I could hear the coach’s voice behind me: My back ache but I managed to get up seeing Vince body in front of me: I tackled him one more time toward the wall where I used my boxing skills and kept on punching his stomach and kidneys until Zayn and Liam got me off him.
“DUDE STOP YOU CAN KILL HIM”, I couldn’t see good with my left eye which I could feel was swollen but I managed to see Vince coughing blood which I smirked to because it showed his weakness.
“STYLES AND CALIGARI, YOU GUYS ARE HEADING TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE”, the coach grabbed us from our shoulders and pushed us through the hallways where I can hear some of my classmates scream my name making me feel like I did some damage to Vince's face.
“I should take you both out from the team, but you two are lucky that today is the last day of school. SATURDAY DETENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU DUMBASSES".
update
1/2/14