Touch Football (Jeff)

[Casper van de Berg]

Casper hated gym class. There was all the running and sweating and just being miserable. He wasn't athletic, he didn't want to be. Casper just wanted to take a shower and sleep. That wasn't much to ask for, but he was stuck doing physical activity nonetheless.

The poor boy was outside in a green mesh tanktop over his t-shirt. He was trapped in a game of touch football under the hot sun just before lunch. He was hungry, hot, and sweaty. He stood close to the sidelines, pushing his glasses up and watching the others run around. So far he was lucky to not have the ball thrown at him. Frankly he doubted he could even catch it, he's not exactly the most coordinated. With the boys in the class being so invested in the game that they actually went ahead and tackled, Casper wasn't eager to learn to catch anything any time soon.

From the other side of the field he saw the teacher nod at him to participate. With a sigh he jogged over to the edge of the crowd running after the ball. His team was passing it around, and to look like he was actually doing something he held his hands up.

Well, he was open and his hands were up, so the football flew at him. Casper stood for a moment with the ball in his hands before he realized what just happened, and started a mad dash for the end of the field. He did not want to get tackled, thanks.

[Jeff McIntosh]

Unfortunately for Casper, Jeff was fast. His positions on both the soccer and the football teams were predicated on the fact that he was fast. And so when he saw that someone from the other team had the ball, he went in for the kill. 

He flew across the field, reveling in the sweat pouring down his back and the wind whipping through his hair. His blood raced; this was what he lived for. 

As soon as he caught up to the other boy he lunged, fully intending to take him to the ground so that his own team could retrieve the ball. 

[Casper van de Berg]

Knowing that the kids in the class were chasing after him was bad enough. He didn't dare look back as he sprinted towards the end of the field. It was a good thing too. He'd've jumped out of his skin if he saw Jeff closing in on him. With the athletic boy after him, Casper didn't stand a chance. Nerds and football don't mix.

The Dutch boy felt Jeff's weight push him forward into the ground. He fell face first into the grass, still clutching onto the ball for dear life. After rolling over onto his back he stared up at the sky for a moment contemplating whether he should actually get up or just give up and stay there for the rest of the period. Laying there sounded like the better option. He'd just nap now if the teacher wouldn't stop him. But that clearly wouldn't happen.

Though with white clouds in the sky looking a lot blurrier than usual, he realized his glasses fell off. Casper sat up quickly and squinted around for the black frames that he lost in the grass.