Chapter 5 Text

Landon.

A certain red-headed filled my mind.

She never texted back.

Landon Hayes never double texts, not even for her.

She intrigued me, other girls would have stayed even after someone interrupts our conversation, she didn’t, a part of me imagined she would come find me after school, she didn’t, I had imagined she will text back she didn’t.

Her face surrounded my mind and all I could recall is the scandal between her and Dylan.

She is nothing like he says she is, I always knew he went around school spreading liss, we all did, no one cared enough to talk to him about it.

Javier always hated him after what he had done and I, I stayed steer clear of him.

A wave of annoyance washed over me as I stood up from bed.

If I know anything from the las twenty hours, she didn’t joke with her fine art studio, she has a passion like I have one for hockey. She would do anything for it.

I blamed myself, my thoughts for even letting me take my phone and check her page on social media.

Elara Quinn

No pictures

Only arts.

Her whole page, fifty photos and not even one has her face, not even her hand.

How did she agree to hate Dylan?

I took off the thoughts as I slipped on a pair of joggers and a shirt.

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“Landon needs his protein.”  Mom smiled as she served me the meal, my eyes glanced at the bacon on the table.

I have not tasted bacon in a year.

Dad was quietly reading something on his phone, and Mason on the other hand ate the bacon while he stared at me.

“When you get signed like me, and you come home with a trophy, you can get bacon.” Mason stated.

Mason Hayes

My older brother and nemesis.

He is everything my father wanted him to be,

A star player, living a life that my dad once lived.

He is perfection as my dad would always say.

Don’t get me wrong. He is a great player, even better than I was, his love for the game, his passion made it even easier for him, he loved it more than I did, he worked hard to be where he was? But that didn’t  stop him from rubbing it on my face every time.

“I am proud son.” Dad smiled at him.

A word I never heard from him.

“You should be more like Mason, you have to work harder.”

“Actually I-“ I was about saying when Mason cuts me off.

“Did you see that winning score Dad, everyone is still talking about it.” Mason mumbled as he showed him the goal he scored from a month ago.

Every single day, he showed him and every single day he pretended as though it was the first time he was seeing it.

Mason got an early admission to Stanford when he was my age, on a full scholarship, when he got there, his second year, he became the first student to ever get signed so fast, he signed a deal with Dad’s old club.

Walking in the footsteps of his father.

They even called him the eagle, the same name  dad was called when he played.

Just a  month, he won the world championship, with the winning goal, since then his phone has been blowing up, everyone wants to sign him and dad is proud.

“Look at the comments.” Mason mumbled against his breath.

Dad glanced at it.

He came to my games but he was never interested in it.

I am not a person to him yet, not until I get into a good club.

Unlike Mason, I am in my senior year, he is not proud of the fact I didn’t get an early scholarship.

“I can sneak you some.” Mom whispered as she settled beside me.

“I am fine mom.” I smiled at her.

My mother Liana Hayes.

A model, who after getting married to dad became a trophy house wife, her pictures and runway trophy were all across the house, every one has one except for me.

Dad believes school trophies didn’t mean anything.

I have a spot waiting for me for when we win this championship, I know we will.

“Landon, maybe I should come by the school and train with you guys, teach them a little more than they know, you know how dad always says, a good teacher is all it takes to have a great team.”

I paused as I glance between him and Dad.

“I am sure they will love it, I will talk to coach Liam, they are preparing for the state championship, it won’t hurt to have you beside them, helping and assisting them and it will look good on you.”

“Like charity.” Mom added and dad smiled at her, so did Mason.

Charity

That’s a word my family is not very familiar with.

We had our own version, one that I could never understand and I don't wish to

“When you get home. We can start training, teach you some personal things, so you can score more goals.” Mason added and I paused my lips. "You may even be better than me." He smirked.

I am sure he will hate for that to happen

“Sure Mason.” I whispered and he nodded.

I watched as his attention shifted back to dad as they discussed

The moment I was done eating, I left the house. I made sure to send a text to Javier telling him I will be a little late for training today and coach should not be worried, I am sure Dylan will be happy about it, he will have the time to show off what little he had, I wish he understood the meaning of a team

I am still yet to have a conversation about letting the fine art students have one room, I have a feeling coach will agree to this. He won’t have a reason not to