"Don't hit the woodwork!"
It's all I constantly heard from my coach. My mind was elsewhere, not here as I couldn't make the pass to Trevor.
"How many times are we going to go over this drill Thompson!" My coach demanded, grasping his clipboard tightly. "We have scouts coming to the final game. I suggest if you want to be accepted into Loyola, you live up to my standards tomorrow at Toyota Park. Do you hear me Thompson?"
I nodded my head, breathing in sharply, desperately trying to hold onto the last bit of my mind still with me. Missing the mark I had made so many times before, coach threw his clipboard to the ground and called a 5 minute break.
Kicking the ball as far as I could, I took a seat on the bench. "What the fuck is wrong with me..." I muttered under my breath.
"I might have a solution to your problem." Trevor said slyly before taking a seat next to me.
"Do I even want to ask?"
"You should, it's about Teagan."
I shot my glance directly at him. "Go on."
"Oh, I sort of asked her to prom."
If my coach wasn't around, I would have beat his ass. "You what?" I said through gritted teeth.
"Woa, look, I said sort of. All I did was leave her a note, asking her to prom. It's not like I signed my name or anything."
I blinked. "I'm still not following you."
Trevor sighed, smacking his forehead. "This is to work to your advantage. She has a slight idea that it's me taking her, I talked to her today, flirted the best I could to lead her on a bit. So, all you have to do is show up at Prom."
I started to smile like an idiot, running a hand through my hair, pushing it back. "That's all?"
"Pretty much. Oh yeah, get a half black, half silver mask."
Coach walked over to us and made us go over the drill again before I could speak another word to Trevor.
I had no idea what is going to happen, but for the first time, I'm a little bit worried.