Waking up, I felt sore and exhausted. Yesterday called to the end of the trials, and we were informed that we would be sent a message this morning regarding to those who succeeded in making it through. I never felt discomfort until last night, I was sure that I would make it through, but last night, when we were informed that we would be getting our results by dawn, I felt fear, I felt like I kind of lost a bit trust in myself, asking myself whether I performed well, whether I was going to make it through, there were 22 of us in number, we all applied with the video clips of our performance, and I know as well that a lot of guys out there missed out on this trial to begin with, so that we made it here is that we were just lucky, or Jeffery's influence got us a pass.
I said my morning prayers. Yeah, I know that I doesn't look like one who remembers morning prayers, but I do, I always say them, that's what I learnt from my parents, so it's part of me, nothing's ever going to change that. After I was done, I wanted to sleep in, wanted to have more rest because my body needed them, but no, I just gotta push it, I just gotta go out there and run some tracks like I always do.
Running around the field area, just done some few laps, I got a notification on my phone, I don't usually check my phone when I am working out, but this calls for distraction, I've been distracted from the moment I woke up, thinking about what we were informed about, so I was tempted to open my inbox to check.
Falling on my knees and head falling to the grass floor with my phone already on the floor, I couldn't hold back the emotions washing through me as tears fell down my cheeks, Oh God, I never, I never knew this would happen, I well believed that I would have a successful trial, that I would pass this trial, but I never knew that it would actually come to happen, I passed, I fucking passed the trials.
Running out from my track and back into the room to go check out on Davis whom I as well know that he definitely made it across just like me, I happened to see what the opposite of my results could've been, not many of them were in the same mood as me, I had thought that this was just like school exam where many will pass and few will fail, but this time, I don't think I have met any of the faces who made it through, those I have seen wasn't looking like this was a good morning, the result will either boost your day or break it down into shreds, but one thing is common, it's definitely getting emotional for everyone who made it into the camp for the trial.
I couldn't even ask any of them whether they've seen Davis, because they all wasn't in good mood, all looking disappointed in themselves. Davis wasn't anywhere to be found, so I was now heading out of the room when I saw two of the guys hugging each other, looking really happy, I approached them, they seems to be one of those who had made it through.
Asking them whether they did saw Davis, luckily they did saw him heading out of the room area, he's probably searching for me too I guess, he might've headed to the track area while I ran back here, I guess I will have to go search for him out there.
Stepping outside, I can see few of the staff members gathering outside, they were standing round to whatever was in the middle, out of curiosity, I decided to go that way, even few of the players that saw what happened followed suit to go check out what's going on there, Davis was as well probably there because he should have returned back there when he didn't see me running the tracks.
Upon getting there, I saw Davis pushing himself out of one of the officials hold, his collar was rumpled, like someone was grabbing the material, he wasn't looking like one who was having a great morning, something happened, something bad and I don't think it's a good news for anyone.
“ Common buddy, what's going on?....”
His fist collided with my jaw, sending me to the floor, that's when I saw one of the officials come at him again, now pushing him out of balance that he fell to the floor, but got up immediately. He tried going after the young man who just pushed him but was held back by the players around, they matched his strength, holding him in, always all of them cautioning him all at once.
Davis punched me, Davis fucking punched me, fuck!. Upon getting up to go at him, I was held back by the official who had come for my rescue, trying to get me out of that situation. What the fuck is going on?, What the fuck is wrong with Davis, why did he fucking punched my face?. I can't seem to answer those questions in my head, I was totally confused at this point right now.
“ Fuck you Jerome, fuck you, fuck everyone who stabbed me on the back, this was my closest and you fucking took it away from me, fuck you, fuck that mother fucking ass coach, fuck y'all!.....”
Davis was looking pissed, but I was trying to hold my anger back in, trying to suppress the whole negative emotions washing through my head but I can feel it growing inside of me, I know that I shouldn't stick around here if I am to keep myself at bay. I tried to fucking leave that spot as I headed towards where the officials were.
“ That's right!, Go to them, fucking cheaters!....”
That's when I lost it.