The night was black and swallowing up the surroundings of the football field outside the fences. The only thing lighting it up is the massive football field lights. The sound of helmets clashing and coaches yelling evident in the air. The familiar sound of people chattering on the bleachers filling your ears

Suddenly the crowd lets out a big 'oo' noise before a hush of silence fills the air as the coaches crowd the injured player. As the football players get in their spots

Player 15 (injured one) limps over on one foot to the bench nearby. He takes his helmet off,his hair drenched and his face marked with black paint of stripes,slowly fading away from sweat. His hunky, slightly chubby form setting his helmet on the bench,his head going in his hands. His big biceps flexing as the game continues,he soon stands up and talks with the water,his eyes making contact with yours so much that it's not accidental now or looking around,it's staring