Free Scarlett White by Chloe Smith Page B
Authors: Chloe Smith
Tristan kept repeating in his head, still trying to make those three, little words become actuality.
"Hey, Tris, what are we doing today since the coach is gone for the week?" Sal called from across the bench.
"Well, Kyle wants to practice Blitz, and Coach wants us to practice Play 14. So, we'll probably work on those the first half of practice and then just some extra running and basic techniques the second half," Tristan said in a monotone voice.
Half of the team grumbled when he said Play 14.
"We've done that play a hundred times," someone mumbled.
"Yeah, well, last game someone fumbled the ball and lost us six points."
About one hour and forty-five minutes later, the entire varsity football team was on the field, running posts—running from one post on one side of the field to the opposite post on the other side. It was a long run, but it helped with their cardio workout, and Tristan wanted his team to be able to run nonstop throughout the game and not be out of breath. He needed them to be alert even if they were exerting a lot of energy into just running. So, he liked to run a lot and get his team used to it before a big game. Besides they had already practiced all of the plays they needed done before this week's game, and he was sure that everyone knew all of the necessary things for all of the plays, so he wasn't too worried about those.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Post 26. 24 more to go.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some—
Tristan's attention was caught by four girls walking to their cars in the parking lot. One blonde, one brunette, one black-haired, and one had a long, curly, scarlet ponytail. Tristan's brown eyes locked with the redhead's figure as she walked in the middle of the line. He wondered why the girls' wanted to be unpopular. When he had talked to Ginny at the club, she had been total popular material—probably even more popular than Alice Barrington. They all had the bodies—well, except for the blonde, whose body wasn't exactly all that fantastic—to rule the school. And Ginny had the attitude and personality to defend herself against any type of gossip or rumors that she could stay on top and never been pushed off. And, for some off reason, Tristan had a feeling that Alice was too insecure and whiney to stay on top forever. She was just so clingy and dependent on everyone else that anyone could push her off the top of the school's social hierarchy.
Tristan's feet tangled themselves up as he continued to watch the group of four girls walk to their cars in the parking lot, and he tripped right in the middle of practice. Oh, wow, he had never done that before. He was usually completely coordinated and in control of his body's movements. But that damned redhead just managed to make him fall head over heels… He stopped himself before he could finish that sentence.
"Tris, you...okay?" Tom panted while he continued running in place and at the same time helped Tristan up.
"Yeah, just some rock on the ground that I didn't see," Tristan lied. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
Tristan continued running and looked back at the four girls. Only now there were merely two of them. The ugly duckling blonde one and the brunette one were gone. They had probably already gotten in their cars and left school. The black-haired one suddenly jumped in her car, giggling. And Scarlett was left standing there.
But now it was a male that caught Tristan's attention. It was some guy he had seen only a few times before in his entire life. He was senior; smart, attractive, and rich. What is he doing talking to Scarlett? Did they know each other? Was he her brother? Suddenly something about Scarlett's brother tugged at his memory. It felt like
"Hey, Tris, what are we doing today since the coach is gone for the week?" Sal called from across the bench.
"Well, Kyle wants to practice Blitz, and Coach wants us to practice Play 14. So, we'll probably work on those the first half of practice and then just some extra running and basic techniques the second half," Tristan said in a monotone voice.
Half of the team grumbled when he said Play 14.
"We've done that play a hundred times," someone mumbled.
"Yeah, well, last game someone fumbled the ball and lost us six points."
About one hour and forty-five minutes later, the entire varsity football team was on the field, running posts—running from one post on one side of the field to the opposite post on the other side. It was a long run, but it helped with their cardio workout, and Tristan wanted his team to be able to run nonstop throughout the game and not be out of breath. He needed them to be alert even if they were exerting a lot of energy into just running. So, he liked to run a lot and get his team used to it before a big game. Besides they had already practiced all of the plays they needed done before this week's game, and he was sure that everyone knew all of the necessary things for all of the plays, so he wasn't too worried about those.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Post 26. 24 more to go.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some girl.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Just some girl. Just some girl. Just some—
Tristan's attention was caught by four girls walking to their cars in the parking lot. One blonde, one brunette, one black-haired, and one had a long, curly, scarlet ponytail. Tristan's brown eyes locked with the redhead's figure as she walked in the middle of the line. He wondered why the girls' wanted to be unpopular. When he had talked to Ginny at the club, she had been total popular material—probably even more popular than Alice Barrington. They all had the bodies—well, except for the blonde, whose body wasn't exactly all that fantastic—to rule the school. And Ginny had the attitude and personality to defend herself against any type of gossip or rumors that she could stay on top and never been pushed off. And, for some off reason, Tristan had a feeling that Alice was too insecure and whiney to stay on top forever. She was just so clingy and dependent on everyone else that anyone could push her off the top of the school's social hierarchy.
Tristan's feet tangled themselves up as he continued to watch the group of four girls walk to their cars in the parking lot, and he tripped right in the middle of practice. Oh, wow, he had never done that before. He was usually completely coordinated and in control of his body's movements. But that damned redhead just managed to make him fall head over heels… He stopped himself before he could finish that sentence.
"Tris, you...okay?" Tom panted while he continued running in place and at the same time helped Tristan up.
"Yeah, just some rock on the ground that I didn't see," Tristan lied. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
Tristan continued running and looked back at the four girls. Only now there were merely two of them. The ugly duckling blonde one and the brunette one were gone. They had probably already gotten in their cars and left school. The black-haired one suddenly jumped in her car, giggling. And Scarlett was left standing there.
But now it was a male that caught Tristan's attention. It was some guy he had seen only a few times before in his entire life. He was senior; smart, attractive, and rich. What is he doing talking to Scarlett? Did they know each other? Was he her brother? Suddenly something about Scarlett's brother tugged at his memory. It felt like
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