Thanks to those who reviewed, they really motivate me so keep 'em comin'! I'm trying to post really often but I have a hectic schedule. Hopefully with Christmas break coming I will be able to update though.

Here's chapter 1, hope you like it :D

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One week earlier-Friday September 6

"Push it guys, last one!" Mr. Bolton yelled across the gym. They were already having conditioning sessions for the next season. He had some of them doing sit-ups, some push-ups, and others were running liners. The boys staggered past the end line and immediately fell to the floor.

"Hey! Stand up! How else are you going to get into shape?" He roared when he saw them laying down. They jumped to their feet when they heard his voice. "Everyone, on me!"

They slowly lifted themselves off of the floor and little by little made their way over to where he stood. Mr. Bolton looked at them. Most of them were leaning over, supporting themselves on their knees and breathing heavily. He noticed Troy in the back of the group pale and gasping for breath. He shook his head at his son. He should have known to keep up his conditioning over the summer. "Oh well," he thought, "I'll just push him harder so he's ready for try-outs."

"Alright guys, that's it for today. Same time tomorrow, don't be late. Hit the showers." Mr. Bolton watched them leave the hot gym into the cool locker room.

"Troy!" Troy's head turned toward his father warily. He was walking toward him and before he knew it he was being dragged back into the prison that others called the gym.

"Please dad, I just want to take a shower and go home," he begged, but Jack wasn't giving in.

"No, Troy. You've got to step it up. You're the captain. You've got to be shape. So you will do extra conditioning. Here or at home?" Troy stared at his shoes; he couldn't take the cold, hard stare that his father's dark eyes were giving off.

"Home," he responded at started to walk away from his father when he was stopped by a harsh grip that clung to his arm.

"You know Troy, your damn lucky that I'm the coach of this team. Acting like that to a coach, your ass would be off my team faster than you can say run. Now go take a shower, I'll be waiting for you at home." Jack let go and Troy sighed in relief as he shook his arm, trying to get the blood flowing again. He looked at his arm and rubbed at the newly forming bruise. He glared at his father as he walked out the gym doors, hoping somehow that it would make him disappear.

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Troy collapsed on his bed and nearly fell asleep only to be woken by the shrill ring of his phone. He groaned and slid of his bed, looking at the screen on his phone. It was Gabbi. He groaned quietly to himself. It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to her; he didn't want to talk to anybody right now. He flipped open the phone and her cherry voice echoed through his head.

"Hey Troy! How are you? Is basketball going good?" He held the phone away from his ear for a second, taking a deep breath to calm down.

"Hey, I'm fine, just really tired; basketball killed."

"Oh, do you want me to come over? I was going to see if you wanted to go out but I could come over and we could watch a movie or something…" Troy smiled into the phone. No one had ever loved him the way that she did.

"I would love to but I think I'm going to just crash. But maybe this weekend we could do something…"

"Oh. Yeah, okay, that's fine. Listen, I have to go, I'll um, just see you tomorrow, 'kay?" He sighed into the phone. Of course, she had taken it the wrong way.

"Gabriela-" The dial tone interrupted him. He groaned to himself again. It seemed to be a habit now. He crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head protecting himself from making anymore more mistakes.

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So this is it for now. Sorry for it being soo short again. I think I'm going to post short but often, unless you want long gaps between long posts.

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