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Steph looked at me, puzzled, and I just shrugged my shoulders.
    I turned to Daniel. “Daniel, I know that you are mad at him for upsetting Gomez. But you are overreacting. You need to give him a chance. He seems really nice. Could you do this for me, please?”
    Daniel turned and looked at me for a long time before he said one simple word: “Yes.” But he didn’t look happy.
    The bell rang and we were off to the next class.
    Daniel walked with me to my art history class, but we didn’t speak. When we got to the door, he just smiled at me, squeezed my hand, turned, and walked away. I didn’t know what to think. This was way out of character for Daniel, but I kept reminding myself of what a loyal friend he was, and he would always defend his friends. My art history class was great. I loved the new teacher who taught the class, and we were going to be doing some really incredible projects in her class.
    I kept daydreaming about my date on Friday night. I couldn’t believe that this had just happened. I wondered what I would wear and where he would take me. I wondered how I would explain this to my dad and hoped that he wouldn’t tell my brothers. It was more likely that Daniel would tell my brothers before my dad would, especially because Daniel didn’t seem to care for Blane. I would have to talk to him and make sure that he didn’t tell them. I didn’t want a lecture, and it was just a friendly first date.
    The rest of the day went by like a flash, and I was off to cross-country practice. Daniel would be going to football practice, and I was hoping that he and Blane would become friends once they became teammates.

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    I walked out to football practice with Sean and Gomez. I assured Gomez that his position was safe. I would continue to throw or pass the ball to him first, just as I had for the last three years. Gomez was a great go-to guy. He was reliable, and he was fast. He seemed to be relieved once I reassured him.
    “Dude, you don’t need to worry. The guy is a douche bag. He’s probably used to playing football on the beach and probably doesn’t play serious ball. Not to mention that he asked out Charlotte, and we don’t know anything about him,” I said, annoyed.
    Sean and Gomez gave each other a look that told me they got it: I don’t trust the guy, and we need to keep our eyes on him. These were two guys who always had my back, and I watched theirs in return.
    Charlotte ran past me on the field. She was warming up with her team. Charlotte made running look like a leisure sport. It came easy to her, and she definitely had a gift. Even in races, when everyone else was breathing heavily and panting for dear life, Charlotte looked relaxed and at ease. There was something very peaceful about her. I always felt calmer when I was with her. I guess it was because I had known her most of my life, and she was my best friend.
    I saw her face light up and she waved, but I realized that she wasn’t looking at me. I felt my blood boil when I looked up and saw that the cheese ball, Blane, was waving like an idiot in her direction. This guy was such a joke.
    He came to the line, and we all huddled together. I heard him make a crack about Charlotte in her running shorts, and I felt an unexplainable rage take over inside of me. I had to keep cool. Coach Pank did not allow fighting within the team. I would have to keep this under control and just keep a close eye on this kid.
    We all lined up and began our running drills. I immediately was caught off guard by how fast the douche bag could run. He was right on my shoulder and obviously quicker than Gomez. I observed him as we did our drills and quickly assessed that he was not only fast, but he was strong and could handle a ball well. He was definitely going to be a problem. My plan was to wear him down and see how much of a beating he could take. Unfortunately, he could handle more than I had expected. I wished I could play the line for just a