"No, you watch it, Craw," he said, elbowing him harshly as he passed. "Evan," Poppy scolded, glaring at her boyfriend. "Quit it."
As he left, he would hear Poppy getting frustrated. "Why would you do that?" "He's an ass, Pops." "You started it there. Leave him be."
The cheering was loud and contagious, and Evan soaked it all up. Nights like these were worth all of the training. The recruiter from the top football schools was here, they had a shot at going to the championships, and this year's team had worked like never before. Evan grinned with anticipation as he put his helmet on. *** Poppy sat in the audience surrounded by their mutual friends. She drummed on her knees with nervous energy, waiting for the game to start.
The rest of the team ran out before the announcer announced Evan's name. "And this year's quarterback.... Evan Clearly!" Evan ran out, a giant grin on his face.
Just before the team ran out, a large bucket that was hidden securely out of sight, tipped over, dry dirt and mud flew everywhere, especially on Evan and the rest of the team, aside from a few at the back. The mud was sticking, and the dust to burn the eyes, mouths, and noses.
