the sport, though,â Ryder said, tilting his head to the side.
âThatâs fine. Itâs the last game before the season ends.â
âMaybe Iâll go just to watch you,â Ryder said. His eyes were intense and darker in the dim light of the barn. Andrew suppressed a shiver and crossed his arms over his chest when his heart skipped a beat. Iâm definitely catching something. I better not get too sick before the game or Coach will kill me.
âThatâs cool. We need all the support we can get. Itâs going to be a good game. The last one is always the most exciting. And thereâs nothing to lose.â
âYou said earlier you werenât going to go to the finals, though, right?â
âYeah. The team weâre playing against is tough. Theyâre our rival school over in Hanson. Last year we beat them and went to finals, but their record is much better than ours this year. But weâll still try like hell.â He paused before adding, âI wonât make winning easy for them.â
Ryder leaned up against the stall door. âIâm sure you wonât.â
Chapter Four
Saturday came and Andrew woke up early to get ready for the game. It was scheduled to start at ten, but he had to be there by eight for warm-ups. He looked out the window over Andreaâs bed as he grabbed his track pants and saw that the sky had cleared and no trace remained of the little snow that had been left the night before on the ground. It was a beautiful day to play.
He showered quickly and dressed, then joined his parents downstairs.
âThe paper is saying Hansonâs the favorite to win,â his father said from behind the paper. Andrew shrugged and tied the laces of his sneakers.
âMaybe so, but weâll give them hell.â
âI wish we had a shot at going to state,â Andrea complained while pulling her hair up into a ponytail. âBut they already beat us this year and the girlsâ record is flawless; weâve lost seven games. We lost too many seniors at the end of last season. It sucks.â
âPlus some of the girls didnât come back to play this year, either,â Andrew said.
âAnd Megan had to quit halfway through because of her grades.â
âSee why I keep on you about your homework?â their mother asked from the other room. âIf I didnât, youâd be in the same situation.â
Andrea just rolled her eyes and nudged her brother. The two of them got up to collect the rest of their gear. âWeâve gotta leave soon, Dad.â
âThatâs fine. Your mother and I will meet you at the school before the game starts. Yours is at two, right, Andrea?â
âRight.â
Andrew started the truck ten minutes later and headed for the school grounds.
âThe other day when you were talking to Ryder, were you serious about not playing soccer in college?â Andrea asked, leaning back against the door of the truck so that she could face him.
âIâve thought about it,â he replied hesitantly.
âAndy, we always said weâd play straight through!â
Andrew pressed his lips in a tight line and took a moment to answer. âI know. I just said I thought about it. It doesnât mean I wonât.â
âYou have to play. We have plans. You canât just go change them without talking to me about it first,â she argued.
âIâm sorry, okay? The next time something big comes up Iâll talk to you about it.â
âI hope so,â she murmured. âYou never kept anything from me before. Weâre still picking a school together, right? Or did you change your mind about that, too?â
Andrew nodded. âOf course not. We pick together.â
Only a few cars were in the parking lot when they arrived, and Andrew parked next to Charlie, who waited for them in his car.
âGreat day to play!â Charlie called as they all climbed