I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
Fight Night
Oh, don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
I don’t think I’ve been to a school lacrosse game…ever. The smell of burnt popcorn hangs in the air as well as the yelling of pep from the cheerleaders. It’s weird to be here.
Glancing down, I watch Amber as she is thrown up into the air, a flash of red and blue, before being caught by three other girls. She looks out of place with her flaming red hair amongst a sea of blonde, her dark eye makeup and red lips stands out against the glitter of the other girls. The uniforms look terrible on everyone, but in an odd way Amber kinda pulls it off. Her milky skin offsets the blue and white cheer outfit in a way that doesn’t work for anyone else on the team. That could be because they all have terrible fake tans, but I’m not really sure.
Pulling my eyes away from my best friend’s girl, I hope to spot the mascot, a boy who will be dressed up as a beaver. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find the ugly thing, dancing around on the sidelines as the players run up and down the field. I never got lacrosse.
“Dude, how the hell are we gonna do this?” I question Ray as he continues down the steps.
“Just follow me.”
Frank, Ray, Mikey and I continue around the stadium, pushing through a sea of people moving the other way. It’s a good thing Ray knows how we can get out to the field. If he weren’t with us this entire part of the plan would not be happening.
Eventually, we reach the other side, standing right at the opening of the field. I’m anxious, jumping up and down, shaking my head like a dog, and cracking my knuckles over and over. Now that we’re here I want to do it. I want to beat some jock's ass.
“How much longer do we have?” I question, still jumping around.
“Till half time man, five more minutes,” answer Frank, glancing at the scoreboard. We’re winning by two points.
These next five minutes are grueling, even watching Amber bounce around and show school spirit doesn’t help. That’s probably because I know that it’s fake.
Just then the buzzer rings, loud, like a starting bell for our revenge. I don’t even wait for the others. I take off, head first at the mascot, ready to tackle him. Unfortunately for me, I’m not paying much attention and only manage to side swipe him, getting a face full of Astroturf. Standing, I brush myself off, laughing as I watch my friends go after the mascot. Ray goes at the beaver’s feet whilst Frank launches his tiny frame at the mascot’s head almost completely clearing the monstrosity. At the last second he grabs the head, bringing the beast down. The three of us head away from what we’ve caused, watching Mikey as he walks by; kicking the beaver in it’s over large head.
Amber looks over at us, beaming. She runs towards where we are, does a perfect back hand spring. She lands feet down, middle fingers in the air before running up to Frank, linking arms with him and running after the rest of us. Now it’s time to get the shit beaten out of us.
As all of us rush down the hall towards the locker rooms, I begin to second-guess this. I don’t really want to get hurt. I’m sure no matter what we say the jocks aren’t going to let us off easy after what we did. We’ve pissed in their helmets, blasted our song through the school, and beat up the mascot. We’re in for it. Suddenly, I’m not as excited as I was a few moments ago.
“You where amazing, babe,” Frank says, holding onto Amber as if she’s going to slip away. “What was that anyway?”
He doesn’t give a fuck. He just wants to seem interested in her life. Then again he might care. Frank really does like Amber.
“It was a layout full twist, maybe one day I'll teach you how to do it,” Amber replies as we all enter the boy’s locker room grabbing the croquet gear Frank had set up earlier.
Each of us grabs a mallet and Mikey takes a ball, Why, I don’t know, but no one stops him. I can already hear the heavy breathing of a few of the jocks that weren’t playing. We are going to get creamed.
“Let’s beat these bitch’s arses,” Amber grins as we walk down the hall.
Here comes the face off. As I look at the lacrosse player's smug faces I regain my confidence. I want to do this…we need to go this.
Suddenly, Frank and Amber let out a weird battle cry before we all lunge at each other, croquet and lacrosse gear colliding.
We had it with your discipline
Oh, Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
I don’t think I’ve been to a school lacrosse game…ever. The smell of burnt popcorn hangs in the air as well as the yelling of pep from the cheerleaders. It’s weird to be here.
Glancing down, I watch Amber as she is thrown up into the air, a flash of red and blue, before being caught by three other girls. She looks out of place with her flaming red hair amongst a sea of blonde, her dark eye makeup and red lips stands out against the glitter of the other girls. The uniforms look terrible on everyone, but in an odd way Amber kinda pulls it off. Her milky skin offsets the blue and white cheer outfit in a way that doesn’t work for anyone else on the team. That could be because they all have terrible fake tans, but I’m not really sure.
Pulling my eyes away from my best friend’s girl, I hope to spot the mascot, a boy who will be dressed up as a beaver. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes to find the ugly thing, dancing around on the sidelines as the players run up and down the field. I never got lacrosse.
“Dude, how the hell are we gonna do this?” I question Ray as he continues down the steps.
“Just follow me.”
Frank, Ray, Mikey and I continue around the stadium, pushing through a sea of people moving the other way. It’s a good thing Ray knows how we can get out to the field. If he weren’t with us this entire part of the plan would not be happening.
Eventually, we reach the other side, standing right at the opening of the field. I’m anxious, jumping up and down, shaking my head like a dog, and cracking my knuckles over and over. Now that we’re here I want to do it. I want to beat some jock's ass.
“How much longer do we have?” I question, still jumping around.
“Till half time man, five more minutes,” answer Frank, glancing at the scoreboard. We’re winning by two points.
These next five minutes are grueling, even watching Amber bounce around and show school spirit doesn’t help. That’s probably because I know that it’s fake.
Just then the buzzer rings, loud, like a starting bell for our revenge. I don’t even wait for the others. I take off, head first at the mascot, ready to tackle him. Unfortunately for me, I’m not paying much attention and only manage to side swipe him, getting a face full of Astroturf. Standing, I brush myself off, laughing as I watch my friends go after the mascot. Ray goes at the beaver’s feet whilst Frank launches his tiny frame at the mascot’s head almost completely clearing the monstrosity. At the last second he grabs the head, bringing the beast down. The three of us head away from what we’ve caused, watching Mikey as he walks by; kicking the beaver in it’s over large head.
Amber looks over at us, beaming. She runs towards where we are, does a perfect back hand spring. She lands feet down, middle fingers in the air before running up to Frank, linking arms with him and running after the rest of us. Now it’s time to get the shit beaten out of us.
As all of us rush down the hall towards the locker rooms, I begin to second-guess this. I don’t really want to get hurt. I’m sure no matter what we say the jocks aren’t going to let us off easy after what we did. We’ve pissed in their helmets, blasted our song through the school, and beat up the mascot. We’re in for it. Suddenly, I’m not as excited as I was a few moments ago.
“You where amazing, babe,” Frank says, holding onto Amber as if she’s going to slip away. “What was that anyway?”
He doesn’t give a fuck. He just wants to seem interested in her life. Then again he might care. Frank really does like Amber.
“It was a layout full twist, maybe one day I'll teach you how to do it,” Amber replies as we all enter the boy’s locker room grabbing the croquet gear Frank had set up earlier.
Each of us grabs a mallet and Mikey takes a ball, Why, I don’t know, but no one stops him. I can already hear the heavy breathing of a few of the jocks that weren’t playing. We are going to get creamed.
“Let’s beat these bitch’s arses,” Amber grins as we walk down the hall.
Here comes the face off. As I look at the lacrosse player's smug faces I regain my confidence. I want to do this…we need to go this.
Suddenly, Frank and Amber let out a weird battle cry before we all lunge at each other, croquet and lacrosse gear colliding.
@KidFromYesterday
Yay!!! Thank you, this story has been really great, as well as your others!!
10/2/16