Subject:  Chance 7-9 (Again Long) |
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Date Posted: 18:18:54 03/26/01 Mon
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's message, "Hi Everybody." on 18:05:12 03/26/01 Mon
Nikita smiled as Chuck and Julie were talking about the football game yesterday. They were glowing with pride at the Wolves’ victory over their top rivals, the Colts. She smiled as Chuck described the quarterback of the Colts, Perry Bauer, getting sacked six times and how he limped off the field. Birkoff and Carla giggled as Chuck imitated Bauer’s limp.
Birkoff glanced up and saw Michael come in. He smiled and waved to his new friend. He and Carla moved over making room for him to sit down. He sat down and smiled his thanks.
“Hey guys. Sorry I’m late.” He said looking over menu.
“No problem, Michael.” Carla said sipping her drink.
“Michael, this is Chuck, Julie, Terry, Mick, and Gail. Guys this is Michael.” Birkoff said introducing them.
“Hey Michael. How was your first day?” Chuck asked putting his arm around Julie.
“It went okay, thanks for asking. Nice to meet everyone. Did you order already?” Michael asked .
“Nah, we got a new waiter. He's slow so we gotta be patient.” Gail said smiling at Michael.
Michael nodded as he looked to in front of him and saw a blonde head hidden behind a menu. He pulled it down and smiled at Nikita. She smiled back at him.
“Are you ignoring me?” He asked curiously.
“No, just starving. My brain doesn’t function without food. Don’t take it personal ask any of these guys.” She said smiling sweetly.
“Yeah. Nikki can’t form anything intelligent without food in her stomach.” Carla said laughing.
Birkoff looked across the table at Mick. He was staring out the window quietly. Mick was never quiet, Birkoff thought as he frowned.
“Hey Mick. You okay?” Birkoff asked.
“Yeah, just thinking about going away for college and getting away from my Da.” Mick replied softly. “Which probably won’t happen if I have to leave Lizzie with him.”
“You'll figure something out and if you don’t we all will. That’s what friends are for.“ Carla grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
“Thanks Carla. Enough of this serious stuff. The beach this weekend everyone in?” He asked brightening suddenly.
“Yeah!” Came the excited responses.
“Michael since you are new, let me the first to welcome you to our club . Also to our little soiree, but not literally since it’s not at night, to the beach.” Mick said.
“Thank you. I’d like that.” Michael said as the waiter came and everyone ordered.
****
“Thanks for the ride home, Michael.” Nikita said.
“It’s not a big deal. I figured that since I drive right by your house it is only logical for me to take you home.” He said as they stopped at a red light.
“So you used to date Carl?” Michael asked as he glanced at her.
“Unfortunately. It was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I guess I wanted attention at the time and he gave it to me.” She replied getting lost in his eyes.
“ It happens.” He said as the light changed and he began to drive. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?” She asked.
“For making me feel welcome. I thought I was going to have a hard time adjusting but you and all your friends have made it easy.” Michael replied.
“They are your friends now too, Michael.” Nikita said softly.
“Yeah I guess they are. I also wanted to thank you for not running away when you found out about Adam.” He said softly as he pulled into her driveway.
“It was nothing. Adam’s a good kid . Besides he is as cute as his father is. Thanks for the ride again Michael.” Nikita said smiling at him as she got out of the car.
Michael sat there stunned for a second. He waved at her and drove to his driveway. He got out of his car and smiled as he locked his doors. She thinks I’m cute, it‘s a start, he thought as a big goofy grin spread across his face. LA was looking better and better.
************
Michael sat in the office and looked at his watch. He was waiting for Mr. Walter Anderson, the athletic director, to come from lunch. Where was he? Michael thought glancing at his watch again.
“Hey there, Kid? You must be Michael. Come have a seat.” Walter said sitting at his desk.
“So what can I do you for?” He asked looking at the young man in front of him.
“Well I was told that if I wanted to try out for any sports to come and talk to you. They told me that since I Registered late I might not be able to play.” Michael said looking at the old man.
“Let’s see what I can do. It says here you play all sports. Do you have any particular preference?” Walter asked looking up from Michael’s file.
“I prefer basketball, soccer, and hockey, since you don’t have rugby in the US.” Michael replied.
“Okay, well Hockey doesn’t start till November and basketball isn’t till January. So you are in luck. Soccer started this week. Tryouts were held last week but I’m sure we could work something out with Coach Turner. So how do you like LA?” Walter asked sitting back in his chair.
“I like it so far. It’s different from Paris, sir.” Michael said not sure what to make of this old man.
“Kid, call me Walter everyone does. Now let’s get you introduced to Coach Turner he is going to absolutely love you.” Walter replied smiling as he ushered Michael out.
When they arrived in the locker room Walter called for Coach Turner. Michael saw a thin muscular guy wearing shorts, t-shirt, and a red hat walking towards them. HE smiled at Walter and nodded at Michael.
“Hey Russ, this is Michael Samuelle, the new kid form Paris. I was tellin you about.” Walter said introducing them
“Hi Mike.” Turner said shaking Michael’s hand.
“Michael, please. Pleasure to meet you Coach Turner.” Michael said.
“Walter tells me you want to play soccer.”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you have a free period?” Turner asked as they walked into his office.
“Yes sir. My next class is a free period.”
“Okay suit up and meet me in the field in five.” Turner said dismissing the teen.
“Yes sir.” Before Michael could walk out Walter stopped him and smiled.
“If you need anything at all Michael, you come to good ole Walter. I’m like your new best friend okay?” Walter said
“Okay. Thank you Mr. Ande- Walter.” Michael finished with a grin
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Michael walked to the field and breathed in the fresh air. He smiled as he began to really relax. He looked around and saw a group of girls stretching and talking to each other.
He began stretching and warming up. After he was limber he started to run around the field to warm his muscles. He ran near the group of girls and smiled at them. He saw a familiar blonde head and his smile widened. He chuckled as she started to run next to him. He glanced at her as she kept pace with him.
“Hey Samuelle. How’s it going?” She asked looking at him.
“Hey Kita. It’s going good. What are you here for?” Michael asked.
“Practicing for volleyball. You?” She asked.
“Auditioning for soccer. I gotta go see what Coach Turner wants me to do. I’ll talk to you later.” Michael said running towards the coach.
“Sure thing. Hey can you give me a ride after school. My dad took my car to get serviced.” Nikita asked as she watched him jog.
“Sure thing see you then.” He waved as he ran.
He approached Coach Turner who had a soccer ball by his feet. He stopped in front of him and waited for the man to direct him.
“Okay Michael let’s see how your dribbling skills are. Here you go.” HE said handing the young man the soccer ball.
“Sure thing, Coach.” Michael said dribbling the soccer ball for a minute. When he got the familiar feeling of control he began to work his magic. He had practiced long and hard to perfect his soccer game and it showed.
Turner regarded the kid in front of him. He had amazing control. He knew where the ball was before it even got there. His balance and endurance were uncanny. Let’s try something else Turner thought.
“Michael do some fancy foot work. Don’t stop unless you drop the ball.” He said eyeing the kid.
Michael didn’t even acknowledge Turner’s comment. He just launched the ball up and began hitting it with his knees. Then his head and ankles until the ball was alternating between all three. He concentrated and began to have fun. He smiled slightly as he began to go a little faster.
Nikita who had been regarding Michael as he dribbled the ball stood silently and watched his athletic abilities. She was dumbfounded. He was really good. HE knew how to control the ball and exactly where to hit it next. She sighed softly as she took in his sweaty face and t-shirt. I wonder if he is that good at anything else. She blushed as she turned away intent on warming up for volleyball.
****
Michael smiled as he walked to his car and saw Nikita, Birkoff, Carla and Gail waiting for him. He fished his keys out of his pocket as he approached the group.
“Hey guys. How’s it going?” He asked smiling again.
“What are you so happy about Michael ?” Carla asked smiling at him.
“You are looking at the newest edition to the Parkside Wolves.” He replied shyly.
“Turner let you in? Terminator Turner, let you try out late?” Birkoff asked incredulously.
“Yeah. I think I got in though cause I impressed him.” Michael said softly.
“That’s great Michael. Are you gonna be starting?” Gail asked.
“No, since I started late I won’t but Walter said that it might change.” Michael said.
“I still can’t believe Turner let you in. He is usually the prick of all pricks.” Birkoff replied.
“Well Birkoff you haven’t seen Michael play. Turner would have been an idiot to pass him up. Besides with the way our team is looking we need all the help we can get.” Nikita replied.
“True, well we gotta go or Carla’s dad is gonna have my head on a gonna stick. Talk to you guys later. Congrats Michael.” Birkoff said as he and Carla walked off.
“Gail we gotta split. I’ll call you and we’ll talk about Mick. Okay?” Nikita said hugging her friend.
“Okay Nikki. Talk to you later. Bye Michael. Be have.”
“I will. Bye Gail.“ Michael chuckled as he opened the door for Nikita.
Nikita smiled as she stepped into the car. Her cheeks were warm and her stomach fluttering. Michael was affecting her in ways she was scared to admit. Nikita sighed what would someone like him be interested in someone like me. She thought to herself bitterly. She stared out the window the rest of the way home the car filled with silence.
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