Free RedZone by Timia Williams Page A

grabbed the cage of Angel’s helmet and swung him to the ground. The two players wrestled while the officials blew their whistles and threw out yellow flags.
    “Looks like we have a scuffle amoungst teammates!” The commentator shouted sending attention to the fight on the field.
    “What the fuck is wrong with ya’ll!?” Coach Booker hollered as he ran on to the field. “What the fuck happened?”
    “He was talking shit Coach!” Trey said still trying to push pass the officials and other team mates to get to Angel.
    “Hernandez, on the bench!” Coach Booker yelled.
    “Are you fucking kidding me, Coach, come on!” Angel said with his arms stretched out. “You gonna take me out but let this bitch finish playing?”
    “NOW, Hernandez!” Coach Booker shouted again ignoring Angel’s rant.
      When Trey finally calmed down, they began the play again. The quarterback, waited til the play clock marked 0.2 then hiked the ball. He tossed it to Trey, who got hit hard from the side. He stumbled to get up for a few seconds and then got back in formation with his team mates. It was 20 seconds on the game clock, at 2nd and goal.
    “Hike, Hike!” Trey got the ball again he shot up the side of the field, leaped over the lineman coming towards him and flipped into the endzone. The crowd roared! “Touchdown! S.U.” 
      The team hurried and lined up to make the 2 point conversion. The quartback faked the throw and handed it to Trey once more. They had won the Bowl game!
    ***
    “Congratulation boys!!!!!” Coach Booker clapped and cheered while he was drenched in green energy juice. “Game ball, Pittman!”
    Trey grinned as he leaped over his teammates to grab the football from his coach. He held it in his hands admiring it before he spoke.
    “This ball is for Bryce. He would’ve earned it.” He said sadly holding back tears. His teammates all nodded their heads and agreed in unison, except for Angel.
    “You’re full of shit Antonio!” Angel blurted out before slamming his helmet into the locker. “Now you want to acknowledge your boy, huh?!” He mimicked.
    “Dog, chill, you fucking up the moment.” Another teammate yelled out.
    “Fuck this moment. Fuck you. Him. Coach Booker. Fuck this whole team!” Angel shouted pointing at everyone. They all stared at him having a tantrum. Some of the guys put their heads down to keep from laughing.
    “Hernandez, in my office!” Coach Booker commanded.
    “Have a seat.” Coach Booker said slamming the door to his office. “What’s the matter with you, Hernandez?”
    “Trey, he’s fucked up.”
    “How!? He didn’t do anything but win. He won us the Championship for heavens sake.”
    “Yeah, but not for Bryce’s sake.” Angel mentioned looking the coach in his eyes.
    “He just acknowledge his friend. What you want the boy to do?”
    “I want him to stop acting like a stuck up bitch and admit he killed Bryce!”
      Coach Booker sat back in his chair in dismay. He couldn’t believe the words that had come out of Angel’s mouth. “You’re saying, he killed Bryce.”
    “I’m not saying shit.” Angel sat back but then continued. “All I am saying is, your super star wasn’t shit til’ his homeboy died.” Angel push up out of his seat and stomped out of the office.
     
     
    0:14
     
      Sevynn gathered her things to get out of the car. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She turned it on to see who the message was from. It was Trey. “Ha, I knew he wouldn’t stay away too long.” She smiled to herself.
    ‘Hey’
    ‘Hey Wassup! U not mad anymore?’
    A few seconds later. Another message came through.
    ‘Nah. Let’s meet up at the park by your apartments at 6.’
    ‘Cool!’
    Sevynn felt satisfied that she lorded Trey back to her. “he must feel guilty.” She laughed to herself restarting her car.
    ***
      Detective Hart was, once again, back on campus.  This time he searched for Sevynn. He didn’t remember seeing her in the early parts of