you hated sports. Anything that was physically tiring was never in you in your virtues. Byt your older brother, a professional pain in the ass, forced you to come along on a practice match. what were you supppse to do now??. It was freezing cold anyways and the wind was ever so chilly. You saw the team walk out,chatting with eachother pre match. Dan, the big hunk, stood with micah. The duo were talking to the coach while enzo was fussing about hand cream and how dry his hands felt. The other two introverts,xavier, a brooding german shephard typa guy and icarus, the one who looked like a greek god, stood in the middle of the grassy patch. And lastly, pierre was walking over with the ball, having his usual arrogant smirk plastered on his face. how boring,you thought.