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[color=slategray][sub]Collab Featuring:[/sub][/color] [color=6ECFF6][sub][b]Jacob Farweight[/b][@Legion02][/sub][/color] [color=slategray][sub]&[/sub][/color] [color=c66600][sub][b]Trevor Wells[/b][@Silent Observer][/sub][/color]
[color=slategray][sub]Mentions:[/sub][/color] [color=dc143c][sub][b]Savannah Matthews[/b][@melissahart][/sub][/color]
[color=slategray][sub]Location: Football Field[/sub][/color]

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[indent]Trevor Odhran Wells had a date. Not only did he have a date, but he had a date with Savannah Matthews, the prettiest girl in all of Beverly Hills High. The ginger-haired jocked was so elated that his feet just might sprout wings and fly him directly off of the football field and towards the heavens themselves. There was nothing, nope, absolutely [i]nothing[/i] that could bring him down after that fantastic moment that just took place. Coach could run him ragged, sprints until his legs literally caught fire, and this would still be the best day of his life, he was sure of it.

With this newfound, refreshed attitude in mind, Trevor returned to the drills. He did his best to shake off the residual nerves from the interview, and the distraction that Savannah may or may not still be around and watching him from the sidelines. Coach was splitting the team, and the people who hoped to join the team, into two separate groups. They were meant to mimic the plays Coach assigned to each group and show off their skills and teamwork abilities in this exercise. The boys that were vying for the captain spot were split up evenly among the two “teams”, which happened to put Trevor and Jacob on opposing sides.

Jacob was in the zone. The drills energized him more than they should have. The whole day had made him tense. It didn’t help that the pill was taking effect. His team was getting into position. Out of the heaviest guys he could find he made his defense line. He wouldn’t allow anything to get through. On the other side of the line was Trevor. Jacob wouldn’t call Trevor a friend, but he used to respect the center player. Not today. Today, Trevor stood in the way of Jacob. Today, Trevor was Jacob’s enemy. That wasn’t something he showed clearly, though. He was just pacing up and down his defensive line, never taking his eyes off the redhead. Internally, Jacob was very much seething.

Trevor had the ball gripped in his hands and was squatting down in position. With his knees bent, he chucked the pigskin back to Dean — who was playing the part of the quarterback on his mock team. Now that the ball was passed to Dean, the play was beginning. Trev had to move forward and try to push through the opposing side’s defensive line. He usually played center, so this play should have been a walk in the park, but today wasn’t a usual day. Today, Trevor was a little distracted as he attempted to run through the line… distracted by a flash of red that he saw out of the corner of his eye, sitting up in the bleachers.

And that was a mistake. Jacob did not join his tanks in the center line wrestle. Not when he saw the ball passed back to Trevor. He waited right until Trevor could squeeze himself through the line. Jacob, shot off like an arrow. Crossing the distance in three steps that were more like jumps. Building his momentum like a bull, he slammed into Trevor. But this wouldn’t be just a tackle. No, the moment Jacob walked onto the field, he vowed he’d clear things up. He’d show Trevor who would be captain, who would be the star of the season. So, with all his power, he didn’t just tackle Trevor, he lifted him up, and then he slammed him into the ground with all his might and weight upon him.

In an instant, everything went static. Trevor watched as the ground and sky shifted places outside of his helmet before he actually felt the impact of what had happened. A goddamn [i]train[/i] just hit him, that was what had happened. There was no other explanation, it must have been a train, because no one would tackle that hard in [i]tryouts[/i]. After the initial collision, there was a second, harder impact — that of Trevor’s head meeting the turf. Trev thanked God that he was wearing a helmet, but even still, his mind went fuzzy, and he had to blink a few times to clear his vision. Grunting, he struggled to sit up under the weight of the other person.

That other man was already getting up, but Trevor pushed at him to get get rid of the extra weight more quickly. Trev was pissed, and sore, and that was totally uncalled for in what wasn’t even a real game. For all he knew, he might actually have a concussion, because he certainly didn’t feel right. After a few more vision-clearing blinks, Trev’s gaze was met with the another’s. Jacob. His usually blue eyes were blown wide and black with dilated pupils, but Trevor was too out of it to notice anything other than who it was. He was fuming. [color=c66600][b]“What the hell, man? What is [i]wrong[/i] with you today?!”[/b][/color] Trevor barked angrily and got up to his feet as the two of them were still surrounded by other players.

Jacob rolled off of Trevor halfway as he was getting up. The linebacker then shot up immediately, looking Trevor straight in the face. Hate burned inside of him, fueled with every word the redhead spoke. What was wrong with him? What was wrong with him!? [color=6ECFF6][b]“Me!? I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me! You!”[/b][/color] Jacob said with pure malice. Quickly getting closer again to Trevor. [color=6ECFF6][b]“You and the idea that you can ge captain. Stay down you pussy! Unless you want to be [i]carried[/i] off the field!”[/b][/color] Normally Jacob wouldn’t use those words. Not to a team member. Not to someone as valuable as Trevor. The adrenaline in his system made him take it all out against his immediate foe.  His fingers were twitching as he moved even closer against Trevor. Pushing helmet against helmet, he spoke again. [color=6ECFF6][b]“Give up now and keep yourself in one piece. So you can still run into your journalist’s arms.”[/b][/color] Jacob said much quieter. This wasn’t meant to public challenge. It was a personal threat.

Their helmets clacked together as Jacob advanced. He was being incredibly aggressive, this wasn’t like him. Jay wasn’t the best guy in the world, but he was [i]usually[/i] a team player, at the very least. This was ugly, and the things he was saying and doing were triggering Trevor’s last nerve — especially with what he had said to Savannah earlier. Trev pressed his hands firmly against Jacob’s chest and shoved him back with perhaps more force than was necessary. [color=c66600][b]“Keep her out of this. You got a problem with me? Fine. Take it up with me, and only me. You want captain, but this is [i]NOT[/i] how a captain acts. Where’s your respect? Your teamwork? Huh?”[/b][/color]

Jacob had to take a few more steps back than he thought he would have, which made him smile internally. He could see it in his eyes now — a fire he could recognize — but Jacob wasn’t about to be intimidated. [color=6ECFF6][b]“My respect? My teamwork? Is this what you think we are, right now?”[/b][/color] Jacob shot back as he walked back up towards Trevor. [color=6ECFF6][b]“Let’s get this straight, we aren’t a team right now. It’s you against me.”[/b][/color] He grabbed Trevor’s by the chest of his shoulder pads and pulled him in close. The grills of their helmets clacking from the collision as Jacob was very much getting in Trevor’s face. [color=6ECFF6][b]“Maybe if I made her a little less pretty you would actually focus on this match.”[/b][/color] That wasn’t just a threat against Trevor. It was not something Jacob would say at all. Not ever. But he said it, and he knew why he said it.

Trevor saw red. Redder than his hair, as red as blood itself, that’s the shade that he saw. Jacob did [i]not[/i] just go there. Totally blanking out on the fact that they were still on school grounds, surrounded by other players and even Coach himself, Trevor acted on instinct and rage alone. Trev hooked his fingers into the grill of Jacob’s helmet and yanked him close. [color=c66600][b]“Not on my watch, you fucking won’t,”[/b][/color] he growled out the words before throwing Jacob back with all of his strength — which was a formidable amount. He watched as Jay fell backwards without remorse. [color=c66600][b]“[i]You[/i] stay down.”[/b][/color] Trev mimicked Jacob’s word, albeit paraphrased, but with an equal amount of seething anger.

Everything was going exactly according to plan. Of course, he didn’t anticipate Trevor would get [i]this[/i] angry over a girl he wasn’t even dating yet, but that wasn’t a set back. If anything, this was just more leverage for the future. Jacob wasn’t about to just lay down for Trevor. Thanks to Trevor’s hard shove, he was now a bit further away from the whole group. He kicked himself up quickly, unclasped his helmet, and threw the thing off to the ground next to him. [color=6ECFF6][b]“I’m right here, Trevor.”[/b][/color] He said as he gazed over his shoulder. The faint dot of red behind him was enough as his eyes switched back to Trevor. Would he see her, sitting on the bleachers behind him? They were far away, but how could he miss her? He saw her sitting while he squeezed himself through a defensive line. [color=6ECFF6][b]“How much does she mean to you?”[/b][/color] There was no smile on Jacob’s face as he slowly walked backwards, towards the seats where Savannah sat.

He had to force Trevor into a charge. He had to get hit first. But deep inside, something was gnawing at Jacob. The anger inside could not take to be hit another time by the ginger. It demanded to charge first, to slam Trevor against the ground, rip off his helmet, and beat him until there was blood. Yet Jacob remained stone cold. He would not let his anger win out now. The gesture was obvious though. It was more than a taunt or a challenge for dominance. His eyes focusing on Trevor and Trevor alone. Knowing very well that in the eyes of others, he looked like he was just walking away. For Trevor though, he would clearly be walking towards something.

Not one to be outdone in the heat of the moment, Trev unclipped his own helmet and threw it to the ground. Jacob wanted a challenge, it seemed, and Trevor was just lathered up enough to give it to him. He wasn’t so blinded by rage that he would take a shot at the blond’s face, he knew that that would spell out grounds for suspension, let alone being kicked off the team. That said, he had to do something. Jacob was out of line and completely unchained. [color=c66600][b]“That doesn’t matter, it’s not what this is about. Clearly.”[/b][/color] Trevor replied roughly before charging at the other man.

The two met like clashing titans. With a sound that rivalled thunder itself, they both hit the turf. Strong arms wrestled and grappled at each other, struggling for dominance. Amidst the skirmish, there were definitely a few sneaky shots to the face and ribs, but nothing with a whole lot of power. Not yet. Trevor slipped up and Jacob got the upper hand — literally, he was straddling above Trevor with his fist raised. There was a sharp whistle that pierced through the wind, halting Jacob’s forward motion and saving Trevor’s cheekbones from a pounding.

[i]Coach.[/i]

Oh shit, this was bad. Really bad. Trevor’s mind went into panic mode in almost an instant. His thoughts were silenced by a very irked Coach Moss. [b]“What the [i]hell[/i] is going on here? I already lost one valuable player today, I ain’t about to lose two more. Get up, get over yourselves, and get to running. Twenty laps says this little scuffle never happened, got it?”[/b]

[color=c66600][b]“Yes, Coach. Sorry.”[/b][/color] Trevor replied quickly, keeping his head low in shame. Jesus… twenty laps… that was going to kill him. It was going to kill both of them.[/indent]