gonna make you SWEAT {everyone}

[Zac Hart]

The sun was beating down on the empty field with a ferocity saved for summertime and already several of the teachers who had merely walked from the school building to the parking lots were sweating. Zac welcomed the heat and stood in the middle of the field with a football in hand. The ball seemed oddly small in his large and masculine hands, and he tossed it back and forth easily, his gaze focusing on the school door. In a moment the bell would ring and kids would pour out of their comfortable seats in their nicely air conditioned rooms and out into the blazing elements to get some exercise. He smirked, eager for their arrival and for the game to begin.

Truthfully, he wasn't their normal P.E. teacher, he was off getting married on the beach, so the softie left his students to the new football coach, Zachary Hart. Even from looking at the old teacher, a round man who was probably as lax on exercise as he had been on much needed dieting, he could tell that the students were in for quite a day. He would have them moving the whole hour, and what better way to do that than with touch football?

Finally he could hear the bell ring and he saw students moving through the clear glass door in front of him. It wouldn't be long before they met him on the field. It was go time.

Tagged-- Everyone
Outfit-- White tank and jeans
Notes-- I'm going to be strict on this in this thread, you must take turns to post, i.e. I posted, then person #1 does, then person #2 does, then I post again, person #1 DOES NOT reply to person #2 until I have gone and it's their turn. :] Anyways, that's my example, but please wait your turn because I'm swamped and with all the characters I'm going to play in here it's gonna be difficult for me to keep up. Otherwise- PLAY BALL!!!

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[Kyle Tripper]

Being stuck in a boring history class was usless for Kyle. He hated history back in Roswell, so why would he like it in Alberqueque? Right now, the teacher was explaining the history of New Mexico, making Kyle roll his eyes as he turned to the window next to him. He couldnt wait for the bell to ring, he had P.E next and that was one class he couldnt wait to get into. He soon turned back to the front of the class, looking at the clock that was situated on the wall, 3 minutes to go.

He couldnt care less how hot it was outside, he's from Roswell so he's used to the heat. He just wanted to get outside, run a few laps and maybe get involved in a game of some sort, hopefully making friends along the away. The bell soon rung, and everybody got up out of there seats and made a beeline straight to the door, missing on what the teacher said about homework that night. Kyle was one of those students, he would hate to be late to P.E, considering he actually had to find the football field first (which shouldnt be too hard). He smirked, hoping that the reason they were on the field was to play a good old game of football.

Arriving outside, he looked left and then right as if he was crossing the street, but it was really to determine the best and quickest way to get to said field. He went with left and walked until he came across a large field of grass with football posts and bleachers. It didnt take a genuis to figure out that he arrived at the football field. He saw some people gathering already, and started jogging towards them, only to find out they we're juniors waiting for Coach Bolton.

He sighed, looking around some more for any sign of another teacher. His gaze stopped on a fit looking adult that was standing with a smirk on his face, figuring it was the teacher he was looking for he approched them, quickly looking at the timetable he had in his hand to confirm the name. "Mr Hart?" he asked, sheilding his eyes from the sun as he approched him.

[Winifred Clark]

It was a hot day outside. One of those days that you just want to grab an iced coffee and avoid going out at all costs. Unfortunately PE was outside today and the cost of Winifred's grade going down from it's current perfection was too great for her to avoid. She quickly changed into gym clothes. This consisted of blue jean shorts, a green sleeveless top, long white soccer socks with green strips at the top and white tennis shoes. She simply put her hair back in a pony tail to get it out of the way. Fred exited the girl's bathroom prepared for what awaited her outside.

It would probably be kick ball because of the location, or maybe soccer. Fred didn't care, she wasn't a sporty girl. She did PE because she had to. The only people who got out of it and still managed to pass were the Evans twins. That was no big surprise. She exited the school and walked out onto the field. Fred stopped and shielded her eyes from the sun as she searched for the teacher. She saw someone out on the field and walked toward them. It looked like the group she was suppose to be in.

As she got closer she noticed who this particular teacher was...not the usual one. It was Zachary Hart! Fred stopped dead in her tracks just staring at him. The assistant coach to the football team. He must be the sub. This was not good for Fred. Zac would always pester her at school football games trying to get her number and a date. She avoided football games because of him! She only went to the games for an East High newspaper article but, he wouldn't leave her alone. As if she were some unattainable prize!

She knew him and the other boy must have noticed her by now. She blinked and reluctantly moved forward to join them. "Hi." she she greeted.

[Oswald Hart]

Oswald stayed in his seat after history ended, he had been in this odd state of anxiety the entire day. The day started well, their mom made breakfast and then Zac volunteered to drive Oz to school. The younger brother was hesitant only because he wasn't fond of the thought of being alone with his older, and better, brother. He was grateful for the silence that took them both captive while he sped to school, but his peace was broken when Zac stopped in front of the school and gave Oz a knowing smirk. "See you later, bro." He said, and then, no joke, he drove away laughing. It was no wonder he had been silent, thoughtful, and downright nervous.

Finally he had to go to gym, which was outside. That was an oddety, since their normal teacher always had P.E. in the gym. This screamed Zac and Oz considered faking an illness to miss P.E. but that seemed too cowardly, even for him. So, with trepedition he slowly made his way to the door and then into the heat. It was sweltering outside and he at once regretted his choice of wearing a black shirt. If Zac was their teacher than gym was going to be absolute hell.

Once his eyessight returned he could see well enough to distinguish the hulking young man with the football as his brother. "Awesome." Oswald muttered sarcastically, finally joining the forming group with hesitation, and toward the back.

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[Cayden Driscoll]

Remminton had never been one to play by the rules, he had been known thruought the entire school as the bad boy, but he had played it off with such ease and never strayed toward bully, so everyone liked him. He was always getting in trouble, but he always got right back out. Cayden now sat in his dull as mud History class, his brain literally oozing from his ears, and his phone lighting up in his palm. Remmy was texting him, something that Cayden tried to ignore but talking about being asked to the dance was far more interesting, nay, important, than the civil war could ever be. But suddenly a hand fell on his open keyboard, and his brown chocolates rose to meet those of an angry looking woman. Crap. "Do you mind if I take a look?" She asked, her tone dripping in sarcastic venom. At once Cayden straightened and tried to pull the phone from her grasp. She held firm. "Um, yeah, I kind of do." He replied with sincerity and the class gave an audible gasp. Crap crap! "I mean, no, I mean...!" Why was it that he always became less eloquent when it mattered most. He felt a sting of anger toward his brother for not only getting him into this predicament but for always managing to charm his way out of these messes. "Detention after class." She replied and with a groan he watched her walk away with her claws gripping his phone.

Next was Gym and Cayden was grateful for that, one of his favorite ways to get out his gression was by being athletic. Actually, that was about his only way to get out his agression. Cayden wasn't unsensetive but he wasn't fond of sharing his troubles with other people, no matter how close they were, and not just because he was a guy but because he was who he was. The sun gave his skin a burning feeling and his eyes were squinting as he made his way to the group. This was weird, he wasn't used to being outside for gym, but whatever, as long as he could be running his stress off he would be fine.

There was a jock type, a stringy boy wearing black (in this heat??), a fit man with a football, and Winifred. She looked very sporty and cute, it was so funny how girls dressed up for wherever they were going. He sort of wondered if they changed in between classes or events just so they better matched the subject. Cayden approached and stood to her right, only glancing at her as she greeted the teacher. He wondered what someone was supposed to say in a situation such as this. Was he supposed to greet her? Were they considered friends now? Man, it was so hot outside, he could barely concentrate on the confusion of his predicament.

outfit-- hottt

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[Harmony Grant]

Harmony normally didn't have P.E. at this time, if at all. Being in the cheer squad the team leader; Cordelia; would often get the girls in her squad out of it so they would have more time to practice cheers or go to the mall...important things. Cordy wasn't having practice today though due to the heat so Harmony was expected to make it to P.E. sometime that day. There was P.E. offered during different periods so Harmony just picked the one that fit best with-in her day.

Her English class finished up and Harmony headed out the door and down the hallway to her locker. She grabbed her workout clothes and went into the restroom to change. They of course were adorable and perfect (in her mind) for P.E.

Harmony got the memo that P.E. was to be outside that day. She wondered why the teacher would do that on such a hot day? As she got outside this question continued to nag at her as it was rather hot. She jogged out into the field toward a group of people that looked around her age range. She smiled despite the heat as in was in her nature to be a generally happy and bubbly person.

"Hey!" she said as she approached the group. Harmony glanced about for someone she knew, then she saw, "Oz!" she quickly walked over to stand next to him. "Hi! I guess we have P.E. together today! I like don't normally have P.E. but today I do cause Cordy canceled cheer practice cause it's sooo hot. But-" she smiled and stopped in mid-sentence, "I really need to stop going into cheerleader mode around you." Her cheeks turned slightly red as this was something that slightly embarrassed her because she kept on forgetting to stop doing it. After all, it was second nature to her and it was also just something she did whenever she would get excited about something, and right now she was excited to see Oz.

[Zac Hart]

They were late, and while Zac very well knew that it was because they probably didn't know where the football field was, he still didn't appreciate it. Really, their old coach should have been ashamed, kids needed the outdoors and activity like a fish needed water. Well, actually that was Zac, but in his world everyone should be like him so sunshine and aching muscles were a must. He threw his right arm over his broad chest and grabbed it with his left palm, stretching as he waited. It was a habit of his to stretch or work out when bored, it was no wonder his muscles bulged under his tanned skin.

Finally a young man approached, he was shading his eyes and holding up his list of classes, which clearly identified him as a new kid. But instead of being unsure of said new kid as his high school jock brain told him, he felt akin to this toned boy. He had all the looks of an athlete, and Zac appreciated that. "That's me, but you can call me Zac." Zac offered his hand for a shake, giving his familiar crooked smile. "And you must be..." Scanning the list in his hands he searched for a name that sounded strong and masculine, so as to match the boy in front of him. He believed that people matched their names, Zachary, for instance, sounded ready for anything, quick and agile, while Oswald was wimpy and odd, just like his brother. "Kyle." He didn't say the name with any hint of curiosity. Kyle matched who this boy seemed to be, and even if he was wrong Zac wasn't one to admit it, he would probably just keep calling him Kyle.

Detecting another addition to their party Zac turned his attention onto a petit blonde wearing a cap and looking sporty chic. His smile broadenned at the site of her; it was Winnie. Well, Winnifred, but because of his 'names matched personality' theory he wasn't about to call her something so clearly lame. Winnie was a perfect name, it was cute, femenine, and it had the word 'Win' in it, which Zac loved. But that similarity was more like cruel irony than anything, since she continued to evade his advances. It wasn't like Zac was an ugly old man who was salivating over his perky young students. No, Zac was young, healthy, and hadn't even been on staff when he began his persuit. Yet, she still avoided him, the tease, but like any great hunter he enjoyed the pursuit. Her resistance only made the challenge that much more enticing.

"Nice to see you, Winnie." He purred, his voice a velvety husk of testosterone. His deep brown eyes lingered on her own until he was interupted by a familiar murmer. Zac looked now at the newcomer, his brother, Oz. It almost made him laugh out loud to see him here looking so stormy and pale, his brother avoided working out like a vampire avoided the sun. But you had to feel the burn to look the way a man should, and now Zac could really force his brother's cooperation, now Oz couldn't run away. Seeing him in his black outfit was pitifully comical and had been a source of amusement since he had adorned the apparel in the morning, and ever since Zac had been ominously pestering his brother and hinting about what was to come. It was too fun to mess with him. "Isn't it?" He replied, having caught his brother's snide remark. He was too busy watching his brother squirm to notice Cayden's quiet approach and glance at Fred. He probably wouldn't have caught it anyway, he was a bit dense about matters of the heart, but it was probably for the best that he hadn't felt the nervous energy between them. He would have put the kid through hell if he had, but there was still time to notice his ice princess's warmth towards Cayden. Then he would pay.

However, something else was grabbing his attention at the moment, a young girl had arrived at the group, the last on his list, but he would have recognized her without it. She was Harmony, when he had been in school she had been on the cheer squad and it seemed like she hadn't changed a bit. But the curios thing was her reaction to his geeky brother. She seemed so happy to see him, well, true, she would have been happy to see a mortician, but even she wasn't dumb enough to not know that she was a cheerleader and he was not a jock. Clearly. Still, she bounced up to him and rambled as if they were friends, she even blushed. Zac's brow's darkened but when Oz looked nervously at him he rose his eyebrows and let out a snort. Well, he had known that this would be fun but hadn't known how much. Oz and Harmony, well, well, well.

"Ok guys, I'm your sub, Zac Hart, before you ask, yes, I am Oswald's big brother." He paused so that the startling information could settle. "Today were gonna play some flag football. Kyle," Zac tossed the football in his hand easily to the boy. "You're captain of the blue team, and I'll be captain of the other since we're uneven." Then, with a smirk, he turned and pulled out a few different colored flags attatched to belt-like ropes for the teams to wear to identify themselves. When he stood back up he handed the blue to Kyle and kept the red for himself. "Kyle you can pick first." He told him, not really having a preference himself, since there weren't many good options, but he knew he wanted Winnie on his side. As long as Kyle left her to him he was good.

Tagged-- Everyone
Outfit-- White tank and jeans
Notes-- heehee

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[Kyle Tripper]

The sun was beating down onto the field, and Kyle could already feel a sweat coming on, and they hadn't even gotten moving yet. He looked around the field a bit, thinking that this would be where he would spend most of his spare time - either on the basketball court, with the new friends he made in homeroom, or out here on the football field. It was a pretty big field too, compared to the one they had it Roswell, it was huge.He turned his head slightly to the left to see some others head toward where he was standing. He figured that they'd be part of his class, and he just stood to the side as they approached the coach. As each person came and greeted both coach and himself, he sent a small wave and smile as he didn't know any names as of yet. Give it another 5 minutes or so and he should though.

That was when a perky, blond basically came skipping over to the small expanding class. He rolled his eyes slightly, figuring that she was in fact a cheerleader. Typical. But Kyle couldn't judge if he didn't know the person. He...is from Roswell after all.

He looked back at Mr Hart, who he now knows as Zac. He nodded, grinning as he shook his hand firmly. "That'd be me" he said, nodding slowly as he listened to him say his name with no question at the end. At what Zac said next, Kyle perked up. Football.Flag Football. It was one of his two favorite sports to both watch and play - the other, typically being basketball.

Kyle soon snapped out of his thoughts just in time to catch the football Zac had just thrown to him. He then raised an eyebrow at the next instruction. Captain? Yes, Kyle was captain at his old school for both football and basketball, but..being at a new school, he didn't know anyone. Oh well, it was only for today's lesson. This made Kyle smirk slightly as he thought to himself. He then took the blue belt type things Zac handed over to him and nodded, throwing the football up in the air, and catching it with one hand quickly before turning to inspect who he had to choose from.

Not knowing these people, and having to choose someone was hard. He didn't know there physical capabilities, or if they even knew how to play football. But Kyle needed to win, Football was his sport. Well, technically this was football with flags, but it was basically the same. Either way he needed to win this, not just for himself but this Zac guy could be coach of the football team for all he knew, meaning he could get in without going for trials.

He looked around the small class and raised an eyebrow. Cheerleader, Brother of Coach, Bad Boy...he was able to pick there status out of the group by just looking at them. He let out a sigh, "I uh...you" he said, pointing out to the 'bad boy' of the group. Maybe he can run? Hopefully with the ball though. Not away from it.

[Winifred Clark]

"Nice to see you, Winnie."

Fred shot an icy glare his way at the sound of his name for her. She hated it! Winnie wasn't a name, it was a sound that a horse made. She would have corrected him but he locked his eyes on hers, looking at her in that way that she hated. She ended the stare down by looking away. Fred never liked the way he looked at her, it made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She really wished she could run away now but no, she had to stay here. Faking a sudden illness wasn't going to get her out of this one.

She then noticed that someone had come up and stood beside her. Fred turned her head to see Cayden. She felt relieved to see him although they had recently met. So he had been in her gym class all along and she had never noticed. Wow...she felt slightly guilty and vowed in her head that she would try to notice the people in her classes more often. Winifred didn't really know what her relationship with Cayden exactly was right now. She was using him to get a great dance story but at the same time he was a nice guy and she oddly trusted him. So did this make them friends? Yes, Fred decided. She knew this was going to be the hardest gym class of her life and she really needed someone on her side.

She smiled, looking over at him, "Hey."

Fred turned back to Zac as he started talking about how they were playing flag football. He would be in charge of one team and the jock looking kid Kyle would of the other. Fred bit her lip, this was not good. She really hoped Kyle picked her first because she knew what would happen if he didn't. She would be first to be picked on team Zac and she really didn't want that. She watched as Kyle sized up his choices. He then pointed to Cayden who was to her right. She looked over at him. 'Oh no.' her mind screamed as she realized there definitely would be no running from Zac this time.

[Oswald Hart]

Oz heard the delightful chirp of a familiar voice and turned to face her as she came. His first instinct was to offer a wane crooked smile, something that ran in the family, but then, as she began to talk to him (to him!) he realized who the coach was, yet again, and turned his head to look at him with wide anticipating eyes. He knew. He was watching him and smirking and holy crap he knew! Oz's face melted into one of horror as this realization struck him. It wasn't like Zac was pure evil but for as long as he could remember he had found his kicks stomping on Oz. He figured it was just a brother thing...or a Zac thing. Darnit, he had really stepped in it this time.

Oz returned his focus to Harmony who was just wrapping up her converstaion, "It's fine..." Was all that was muttered as he avoided eye contact and turned his body once again to face his brother, who was wasting no time to make Oz's life hell. Why did he have to mention that him, this statuesque man, was related to Oz? It only pointed out their differences more and he knew it. While Zac wasn't an academic he had a 4.0 in being malicious. Oz's jaw set and did his best to ignore the looks he got. His face was burning and not just from the sun.

Ofcourse Zac would name himself captain and let his new friend Jock number 2 be captain of the other team. It was sickeningly predictable, Oz knew who would be picked by whom. First Kyle chose the only boy left who looked the smallest bit athletic, then Zac would choose Winnifred because she was, quote unquote, "super hot in a brainy sort of way", then Kyle would choose Harmony, because while she was a girl she was a cheerleader and cheerleaders were fit, and Oz would be left with his brother. The frustration was mounting in him as he glared daggers at Zac, the mastermind of this awful game. He didn't even turn his attention on Kyle when he chose, no wonder, Cayden.

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[Cayden Driscoll]

Cayden's chocolate eyes switched to watch Mr. Hart, his ears keenly tuned to his husky tone as he purred Winnie, referring to Winnifred. It was repulsive and he couldn't help but flinch away from the coach with a look of obvious disgust. I mean, hello? He's an old guy practically drooling over Winniefred, a teenager. Cayden didn't bother masking his hostility as it was practically radiating from him. Even when the teacher's attention had been shifted to a bubbly cheerleader he couldn't help but smolder at him almost protectively. Not because they were, like, going out or anything, but Cayden was raised with some chivalry, unlike this man. Almost without thinking (as so many boys do) his arm slipped protectively around Fred's shoulders as he stared daringly at Zac. She felt so small beside him, making him feeling the need to take care of her.

Zac continued his tirade about sports, blah, blah, blah, being awesome, blah, blah, and teams, blah. When Kyle chose him, Cayden was glad to know that he wouldn't have to deal with mr. All That, but then he knew that Zac was going to choose Winniefired and he tensed as he paused before moving to his team captains' side. With a wary glance at Winniefred and then a cautios glare at Zac he withrew his arm and stood next to Kyle. Ofcours, the perk of being on the opposite team of Zac was he could tackle him, and yeah, he looked pretty solid but Cayden was pretty sure he could take him down. Not just for Fred, but for any girl that the coach had made uncomfortable. Besides which the heat was making him delusional.

[Harmony Grant]

Harmony was very confused by Oz's response. Was he upset with her? She couldn't tell, but he wasn't very happy. She was like a confused puppy who didn't understand why the master had just yelled at her. Why was he so moody? She blinked in confusion and turned to face Zac. She recognized him from cheering at the football games. He was the assistant coach. She crossed her arms and listened to what he had to say.

"Ok guys, I'm your sub, Zac Hart, before you ask, yes, I am Oswald's big brother."

Harmony audibly gasped. Oz was Zac's brother. She turned to look at Oz. She could now see the resemblance between the two. This was probably why Oz was acting weird. She would HATE to be in a gym class where her brother called the shots. She put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm so sorry." She understood his pain, partly and wanted him to know that.

[Zac Hart]

Zac caught her glare and his lip tilted up and turned into a pearly smile. She was so feisty, so full of energy and ready to fight. He liked fighting. He never faught with a girl but he sure wouldn't mind wrestling with this one. Well, if she wanted a stare down he was game. Zac readgusted his footing so that his feet were evenly positioned under his shoulders, and thus he took up more space. He waited for her to make a move; this could be considered their most romantic moment yet. However, after a moment he bagan to wait her out not for romance but for competition. She would not out stare him. Finally she looked down, giving him the authority and win he diserved. Zac almost puffed up more than before, if possible.

Then Zachary spied a newcomer, Cayden, who seemed to be one of the only athletic types on the field. This gave him a new confidence that Kyle would choose this boy to be on his team, since he looked like he had at least thrown a ball. Kyle needed all the help he could get, as far as Zac was concerned, so he didn't object. He knew he could take them all, he was the coach and studmuffin, after all. He loved showing off.

As expected Cayden was called by Kyle. It was then that Zac noticed the arm that Cayden had cast his arm over Winnie who seemed quite cozy there. His brow furrowed and lips pursed as he took in the flash of this site. Even as Cayden left her side he was glowering at the newly agressive Zac. It was funny how this new development made him feel that much more excited by it all. Suddenly there was a dragon to be slain. Not a big one, mind you, but a small Mushu one. Zac would easily stomp him out. His own dragon had been stirred and awoken and was growling in his chest, rippling up his throat. Oh, he was ready for this...let the games begin.

"Winnie..." He said cooly, his eyes on the bristled Cayden as he did so. Oh it was only too easy, like a cat playing with a mouse. He happily watched her join his side, though she stood only near enough to be defined as his team mate. Zac was not undeterred, but instead sidled nearer and, instead of giving her a ribbon to define her as being on his team, swung the rope out with panache. Next he swung it around her slender waist and tied it like a belt on her hips. "There you are.." He purred, giving her a pat on her shoulder and casually letting it stay there.

Predictably, yet again, Kyle chose Harmony to play on his side. Zac didn't even bat an eyelash at Oz, but instead continued to stare down Cayden.

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[Winifred Clark]

Winifred kept an eye on Zac but not eye contact. Whenever their eyes met, it set a chill right down her spine. Fred didn't like the feeling. She noticed a weight on her shoulders and she looked over at Cayden. His arm was gently laying across her shoulders in a protective fashion. This gesture helped her to relax, he clearly had seen the looks Zac had given. She was grateful for his protective nature.

She granted Cayden a slight smile and waited, hoping Kyle would call on her...but he picked Cayden. 'Wonderful.' she thought sarcastically as his protective arm left her leaving her feeling defenseless once again. She looked at Zac, knowing now he would make his move.'Winnie' ugh! how she hated it! It was a name for a yellow stuffed bear from the hundred acre wood, not for a future reporter at the Daily Sun. She sighed and reluctantly walked over to join Zac's team.

She stood as far as she could from him without being considered not apart of his team. She looked over at Cayden again with pleading eyes. 'Why me, why?' Fred then felt something around her waist, "wha-" she looked back and saw that Zac had lassoed her like the prized filly he considered her to be with the flag belt representing their team. She glared at him once again. Great, a tight ribbon belt extenuating her tiny waist, just what she needed. Sexy was not what she was going for when picking this outfit. She looked at Zac's hand on her shoulder then glanced up at him with a sarcastic look that said, 'really?'

[Oswald Hart]

Oz didn't bother looking up at Harmony when he heard her gasp in shock at Zac's declaration. It made sense that she would be surprised that sapling Oz was the brother of the trunk-like Zac. They were like night and day, they always had been. Oz had a very distinct memory of Christmas when Oz was only seven years old. He had recieved some books and underwear and Zac had gotten a football. As soon as he unwrapped it their dad jumped up ready to play, and off they ran to do so. Oz stayed inside by the window, alternating between reading by himself and watching his brother and dad play outside. They had never even invited him. Yeah, Oz was small, but he was capable when given the chance. At least, he didn't faceplant every time he ran. However, after years of being overlooked, he figured that there was no point in trying anymore. Zac was just better. He understood that.

Oz was pulled from his reverie by a light pressure on his shoulder. He looked toward the pressure and saw that Harmony had put her hand on his shoulder to comfort him. His lips parted in surprise as he realized that she wasn't pulling away when she realized his inadequacy...she moved closer. How odd, he really hadn't expected that and his surprise was written all over his face. It didn't make sense to him, and yet he was so grateful for it.

"I'm so sorry." She muttered and once again he uncharacteristacly laughed, surprising him even more. It was just so funny to be on this end of things. He was never the sibling who got apologies for their relations. Zac used to be apologized to for having to bring his younger brother someplace or having to play with him, and now a cheerleader (of all people) was saying they sympathised with Oz for having to put up with Zac. It was just too funny and Oz couldn't help but guffaw. Not just a chuckle but a hearty laugh! One that was genuine and came from the heart.

Then she got called to be on Kyle's team and he watched her cross the field with a smile on his face. Yeah, now he'd be on Zac's team, but that didn't really matter to him. It just didn't seem like such a big deal anymore...weird.

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