Chapter 8

Coach Brandon's hand went to the whistle on his chest, and he blew it, making a signal to Jared. He nodded, a smile on his face, as Jared looked at him, confused and uncertain. He ignored the shocked looks on the faces of the team members, especially that of Nick.

"Jared," Coach Brandon called. "Get over here, boy."

Jared looked at the coach and turned to Curtis. "Do you think the coach is really calling out to me?"

Curtis nodded, a smile on his face, as he pushed Jared forward. "Let's go. It looks like you are the one he is actually calling for."

Jared trembled, his lips quivering in fear, as his legs shook on the ground. "Could he be angry that I threw the ball at his best player?"

Curtis snorted. "Oh, please, the best player who couldn't avoid an incoming ball attack. Let's get to know what the coach has to say before you die of high blood pressure." He chuckled, mirth showing all over him and shaking him up. "I even almost forgot that you can't be a