A/N- Thank you to those of you who reviewed. Sorry that I haven't posted in a long time...I went to Australia and then right after that I went to Washington D.C. for my 8th grade class trip, and then softball started and then I was graduating. Then I had softball in the summer and went right into field hockey at my new high school. Now I have a tiny bit of time and decided to post.

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"So, you're the new coach?" Troy asked as he studied the strange man up down. Troy now sported a red cast on his arm but was still determined to play in the championships.

"Coach Gourley." The awkward man stood tall and proud in front of the group of boys. He had thin grey hair and big greyish blue eyes. The skin was old and wrinkley that showed from beneath his shorts and shirt.

"So, um, do you know anything about basketball?" Chad inquired. He didn't mean to offensive, but the man didn't look like the athletic type.

"I know the basic concept, but don't worry about that, I'm anxious to learn." He smiled at the boys, but recieved nothing back. This guy was pissing Troy off.

"Okay, so we're going to start practice, all you have to do is stand over there and watch." Troy led the group onto the court but was stopped by the new coach.

"Well, wait just one second, kid, I'm your coach. I am going to run practice." He stood up straight and tall and looked straight into Troy's glaring eyes. Troy suddenly jumped and tackled the old man. He knocked him on his back and Troy was leaning on him as he tried to catch his breath. The other boys just stared. They had seen the anger beaming from Troy's eyes and heard his breathing getting more iratic.

"You are not our coach. You are not going to run practice. Just cause you got some little badge doesn't mean you get to run this practice. Now, just go over to the bleachers and sit down. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about basketball," Troy growled into his ear. He got up, leaving the older man stunned, lying on the ground.

"You know kid, I could get you into some serious trouble for that little prank you pulled jsut now," Coach Gourley said while he sat up gingerely, stretching out his old, stiff limbs.

"You know, at this point I really don't care what you do. Please, go ahead and leave. Maybe then I can run this practice." He glared at the man.

"I've had enough of your smart mouth. I'm going to report this." He couldn't hold it together much longer. Troy's glare was piercing, sending chills down his spine that a 16-year old kid could have such a defiant stare.

"Go ahead, I don't have anything left to lose." He smirked at him as he turned to leave. His team mates stood behind him, worried. What did he mean he didn't have anything left to lose?

"Alright, pair up. Let's do full court lay-ups."

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"He said what? Why would he say that? Did you talk to him about it?"

"Well, no, I mean he pretty much left right after. He was pretty upset. Me and the guys just figured he needed space…"

"Chad! That's the thing he probably didn't need the most. He needs his friends the most right now."

"Okay, okay, Taylor. I get it, I screwed up. What now?"

"I don't know Chad, why don't you call Gabbi? I'm sure she has more knowledge on this than I do."

"But, I don't want to, I mean what if I upset her? Then I would two screw-ups today and that wouldn't be good. And then if Gabbi's upset then she won't be able to help Troy until she's okay, but she might not be okay for a while, you never know. You know, I think you should call her, it would just be a lot better." Chad crossed his fingers as he heard Taylor deciding on the other side of the phone. He heard her sigh, a sure sign that she had given in.

"Alright, I'll call her. But don't expect any other favors for a while."

"I love you, too."

"Good-bye Chad."

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So it's short, but it's an update! I'm really trying to update more, but I have a hectic schedule and I just can't seem to find time to write. If anyone has any ideas/suggestions please let me know, don't be shy. Constructive criticism is fine, but nothing too harsh please!