Chapter 107 "Three months Ago, The Bet"

Elijah P.O.V. "Okay! Go clean up, boys," I heard the coach say. Hey, Woods!" I heard the coach's voice. I turn around. I stopped, and the coach told me to stay. So, I did. After a few minutes of talking with my coach, he wanted to know if anything was wrong and if I needed to sit out for the first game this Friday. I told him I was good and would be ready, and I didn't want to sit out. I wanted to play for him Friday night. He stared at me, then nodded his head and told me to shower, go home, and relax. So that is what I am going to do. I am sore and stiff, and I need to relax my muscles and sleep. But, oh, God, I need rest. I am not sleeping very well. Once, I was getting off the field, and I grabbed my helmet and stuck it under my arm. I walked from practice toward the locker room when I overheard Matthew and Andrew speaking. I started to walk closer to hear what they were saying. "Dude, I bet you." That the nerd wouldn't even speak to you. Hell, she so pure and innocent she won'