Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 13:09:39 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: A Captain's Lie chapter 1

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A Captain's Lie

Nearly half of the team's points had been scored by Jordy that
afternoon. Everytime he ran with the ball clutched firmly in his hands he
felt confidant, he felt worshipped by the hundreds in the stands screaming
their lungs out, he felt sexy as hell, knowing who the girls was checking
him out in his tight fitting Rugby uniform. He was 17 years of age, a
stubble just wanting to be seen on his strong, manly chin. He had black
hair which he kept in a spiked up gelled style, not to mention his eight
pack abs that the girls seem to swoon over. A lot of people said that he
could have been a dead ringer for Casey Deidrick, the guy who played Chad
on Days of our Lives. And to round it off, there was no greater feeling
when he touched the ball down across the whitewash of the opposing team to
score a try. Jordy was born to play Rugby, he felt, there was nothing he
wanted more out of life than to hold that golden William Webb Ellis trophy
in his hands one day as a professional.

But right here, right now, it was just another game playing for his
highschool, Castleford High, against another of the school teams they
usually faced in the youth league. The score 37-12 in the favour of Jordy's
team with only about 3 minutes remaining. Jordy switched the ball over to
his captain, Monty, who kicked it out of play in order to borrow some
time. They knew they had won the game, but points difference could be taken
into account especially of the opponents managed a try of their own. The
referee's whistle blew sharply, indicating a direct penalty to Jordy's
team, and with that, they were sure they had the game in the bag. Jordy, on
the other hand, wasn't happy at all as he saw who had conceded the penalty
for their opponents. He ran over to the boy who had a look on his face like
the world had just ended.

"Jeez Farrow, what the fuck, man?" Jordy whispered to the boy whilst he
help pull him upwards.

"Hey that bastard of yours have been on my case the entire game! Or maybe
the ref didn't notice how he fucking grabbed my junk when all the scrumming
was going on!" Farrow hissed at his best friend, angrily pushing him away
in frustration.

"Tell me which one after this kick and I'll have a word with him, okay?
Farrow?"

"Yeah whatever, go and take the penalty, everyone's waiting for you,"
Farrow said with a rash look in his blue eyes. Wasn't it ironic? Each and
every time that his school played Jordy's in the league he tried extra hard
not to concede a penalty, because he knew that as the Number 10 for his
team, Jordy was the one who always took the penalties and convertions. He
shook his head.

Jordy gathered the Rugby ball and placed it securely on the grass spot,
where it would be more of a inconvienense for him. He already formulated
the plan in his head when he saw that it was Farrow who had made the bad
tackle. He took a few steps back, bent down, his abs rippling underneath
his shirt, picked up a smidgen of grass, and pretended to check where the
win was blowing from. He steeled himself, knowing that nothing could come
from this, his team had won the game and missing this penalty on purpose
wouldn't matter. He gathered his strength and kicked the ball as hard as he
could. As the people in the stands was getting ready to cheer on what they
assumed would be another great conversion from Jordy Dean, their best
player on the field...noises of incredible disbelief could be heard when
the ball narrowly missed going over the pole, incredibely, slamming against
the metal bar and before tumbeling to the ground, bouncing twice and coming
to a standstill. The crowd was silent. Jordy and Farrow both knew
why. Jordy had never, ever in his two years in the Rugby team, missed a
drop goal, a conversion, or a penalty before. The sound of the referee's
whistle ended the game, and Jordy looked around at Farrow. The latter boy
had tears in his eyes, which he immediately wiped away when he saw his best
friend looking at him. He gathered himself and jogged with his own
teammates back to the locker rooms.

After the game, all the lads comforted Jordy for missing the kick,
everybody was understanding, even the captain, Monty, said that there came
a time in a player's life where they had to make a mistake in the game,
otherwise they wouldn't be human. Jordy just smiled and changed as quick as
he could. They wouldn't be so understand if they knew the truth. If they
did, he would surely have been thrown off the team. Once everyone was
dressed and got into their cars to drive home with their families, Jordy
stayed behind, and he quickly grabbed his BlackBerry from his pocket,
typing a BBM message to Farrow.

"Dude, you sleeping over tonight? We need to talk."

It was only when Jordy and his parents were driving down the street there
they resided that the reply came through.

"Yeah man, if your folks don't mind?? #askthem"

"Mom...Dad? Is it okay if Farrow spends the night?"

"Well I don't know, Jordy, there is a lot of stories doing on about that
kid. I can't understand why you would want to be friends with someone like
that! Did you know that he was suspended from your own school because he
set one of the classrooms on fire?"

"Dad come on, that was never proven! They just assumed it was Jordy because
he was the only kid in Grade 8 who carried a lighter with him!"

"Now you see, Jordy? If he carries a lighter with him, that either means he
needs it to light cigarettes or pot, heaven forbid, or to do crazy and
abnormal things like burning down a entire classroom! I'm sorry, son, I am
just not ready to make a decision like that."

"Mom, please talk to dad?" Jordy knew that he was moving in on dangerous
terratory right now, but he needed to see Farrow. Badly too.

"I'm sorry, Jordy. I'm no more convinced by this Farrow boy than you're
father is."

And that for Jordy Dean, was that.

***

The following week, Jordy's school played another match against St Celia
High, the one team who they had never been able to beat in a game of

Rugby. The previous year they narrowly lost as a last minute try and
conversion from their stand out player, Zan Locke overtook the five points
lead that they had over them at the time. Jordy was fit and ready to go, he
had a feeling that this was going to be it. Today they were beating those
bastards on their own field.

At half time things seemed bleak though. St Celia 35 - 14 Castleford High
with their respective school's points being scored by Jordy and by Zan
Locke respecitvely. It seemed that St Celia's boys were just more
determinted to keep their undefeated recored against Castleford intact and
was willing to resort to foul play to do so. There had been a couple of
times in which Jordy knew that he was their main target. Brutal tackles and
swipes, punches in the stomach when the scrums was going on, all "missed"
by the referee. There was an minor altercation between Jordy and his team
when Farrow had somehow managed to enter their locker room, and him being
on another Rugby team rival to their own, had the guys on him in seconds.

"You're coming to spy on us, you little shit?" Casteford High's captain
Monty yelled in Farrow's face, with such a brutality that his saliva
spattered on the latter's chin.

"Monty, come on dude, he's my friend, let him go, come on!" Jordy yelled,
breaking through the pack to get to Farrow.

"I don't like this, Jordy! I ain't digging this at all, my man. You should
know where your loyalties lie," Monty said, still glaring at Farrow.

"Oi, back the fuck up here, Monty! Who scored all our points so far in this
game! Me! Not one of you has even LOOKED like scoring! I'm fucking carrying
this team on my own, which is more than I can say for you, Captain!"

The locker room was strangely silent and Monty and the rest of the team
stared at Jordy in sheer disbelief. Jordy took Farrow by his arm and led
him out.

"Sorry for that, dude. You know how it is," he apologised when they were
out of hear sight.

"I just wanted to say, that Zan fucker who's scoring all those points for
St Celia's is always guarded. That's why he's scored fucking five tries
against you! You lot are shit worried about him alone and not about one of
their other players! Take your focus off Zan and you'll see that he's
creating chances for himself, BY USING HIS TEAMMATES! Do you think he's
running through your defence by himself? Hell no! He's got two dudes next
to him always, Gardner and Fourie, they are always just behind him. If you
stop them, you stop Zan, and if you stop Zan..."

"...we stop St Celia scoring..." Jordy whispered. Why the fuck didn't Monty
see this when they prepared for the match! Its his fucking job as captain
to make sure of stuff like this!

"I'll be cheering you on, Jordy. Good luck!" Farrow said, extending out his
hand in a high five gesture. Jordy looked at Farrow, so excited and a look
of being full of life on his face. He slammed his hand into Farrow's.

They both felt it. It was clear as daylight. Electricity streaming through
both of their hands, through the sudden warm feeling generating through
their chests, reflecting through their eyes in those of the other. It, to
say the least, terrorised both seventeen year old boys. They have been good
friends these two years, the best...what the fuck was going on...?

"I...uhm...I gotta go, the second half is starting," Jordy said slowly,
unable to take his eyes off Farrow.

"Uhm...yeah man, I'll be cheering you on...and I'll take my hand back now,"
Farrow said, trying to bring a little of their usual banter into the
convo. This was not normal. After Jordy ran to the locker room after his
team, Farrow closed his eyes and shook his head. Fuckin hell...

***

St Celia Highschool's supporters was booing their own players so loud, it
was totally overshadowing the insane cheers and shouts from the Castleford
High supporters. They were positively going crazy as their team were
infront by 5 points. The score, which had been 35-14 at halftime, had now
been transformed into 47-42 for some reason that the St Celia players
couldn't understand. St Celia was still infront, but only by five points
and a try now for Castleford would given them that MUCH desired win. They
were able to easily penetrate Casteford's defence in the first half, thanks
to their plan of allowing Castleford to focus on Zan, and not on the two
overlapping fullbacks. But in the second half, Zan was simply not receiving
any service AND in the total confustion over what was going on, St Celia
had allowed Jordy and other Castleford players to score tries against them
at will. Jordy was having the game of his life.

As the game neared its end, Jordy swiftly intercepted a forward pass from a
St Celia player and stormed passed the St Celia defence and seeing thus is
captain was wide opend, passed the ball to Monty, the captain making a
running dash for the end of the field, his eyes locked to underside of the
bar. Jordy quickly looked up at the the scoreboard...there was only a
minute left on the clock. Monty was getting closer and closer to the
whitewash...there was two St Celia players right behind him. It was as if
Monty knew that he was about to be given two body slams from them because a
split second before he tumbled to the ground in the attempt to stop him, he
passed the ball to Jordy, who caught it with ease. There was nothing
stopping him now. The two fullbacks who had tackled Monty to the ground was
still struggling to get up, but with Jordy's speed, there was no way they
would be able to stop him. The Castleford supporters exploded on the
vistor's side of the pavillion as that long awaited victory was about to be
given to them by the player they loved the most. Out of the corner of his
eye, Jordy saw Farrow jumping up and down, willing him on. He was a mere
few feet away from the white line...but suddenly the sound dimmed somewhat
on the visitor's side. Jordy was still running as quickly as he could, but
for some reason, he heard that the St Celia supporters had regained their
voices...something was happening, but he didn't dare turn around. He was
moments away from scoring that all important try...

The St Celia crowd ROARED as Jordy was crunch tackled just before he
reached the line to score the try which would have surely won them the
match. The ball flew out of his hands, safely into the arms of the St Celia
captain. Jordy never in his seventeen years of living felt such an
excrutiating amount of pain. He layed on his back and grabbed his leg with
all the strength he could muster, only to cry a sharp yelp of pain powering
through his leg when touched. In his hindsight, he heard Farrow's voice, he
heard the referee calling urgently for the medics...and just before he had
no choice but to close his eyes due to the shattering nerves of
pain.........he saw Zan being high fived and surrounded by his teammates in
celebration...

***

"Dude...what are you saying?" Monty stood at the right hand side of Jordy's
bed with a freaked out look on his face. It was clear that Jordy was trying
his damdest not to allow the tears, held kidnapped in his eyes, roll down
and allow his captain to see him in a moment of weakness.

"Monty...you heard me. There is a chance I'll never be able to play
again. My knee was damaged badly and two tendons was smashed. The first
question I asked the doctor was when I would be able to play
again. And...that's what he said."

Monty ran his hands through his hair in devistation. This was the best
player that Castleford High had. If he wasn't able to play any more...

"Dude, isnt't there some kinda of surgery that can be done?" he asked,
desperation in his voice.

"Monty, don't you fucking think I'd be out on the field right now if I
could have been? Do you really think I want to fucking lie here doing
nothing but depress myself?" Jordy shouted, those tears he tried so hard to
keep inside now freely flowing over his cheeks. There was only so much a
teenage boy could handle. A knock on the hospital room's door startled
them, Farrow's face appeared around the door.

"Oh...I'm sorry I didn't know you had company."

"Come on in, pal. Monty was just leaving," Jordy said decisively. Monty
rolled his eyes and turned back to Jordy.

"Get some rest, bud. I'll pop in again sometime, okay?" he said, his voice
hoarse with emotion. Jordy simply nodded, before Monty squeezed his
shoulder tenderly, walking out without so much as a glare towards Farrow.

"That captain of yours need to chill the fuck out, man. Listen, I spoke to
my uncle, he is a surgeon aswell. We can let him check you out, maybe he
can help you," Farrow said excitedly.

"Farrow...I've already had THREE specialists working on my leg and all of
them has the same diagnosis, or whatever you call it. Neither of them think
I'll ever be able to play again. That fucking Zan bastard. If I ever get
out of here, I'm gonna fuck him up so bad," Jordy said with murder in his
eyes. Farrow reached out and placed his hand on Jordy's stomach.

"Dude, don't. Just don't, okay? I saw the whole thing. When Monty passed
you the ball that day, everyone was going crazy because we knew how fast
you were. I dunno where the hell Zan got his speed from, he was more than a
couple of meters behind you. Somehow he got to you and tackled you. We all
thought you were gonna score," Farrow said sadly, his hand still on Jordy's
stomach.

Jordy looked distinctly at the hand on his stomach. He then lifted his head
and looked Farrow straight in the eyes. Farrow's eyes widened as Jordy
slowly, as if in a dream, placed his own right hand on top of Farrow's. He
could feel his best friend tense up, but then eventually relax with a big
sigh.

"What's happening with us, bro?" Jordy whispered.

"I dunno, Jordy. I dunno. I've felt like this for a long time. You're the
only person who stood by me when that class burned down. You're the only
one who believed it wasn't me. We're good friends and we hang out a lot. It
just...I dunno...it just happened," Farrow said, looking into Jordy's eyes
all while he spoke.

"I feel the same. God help us if this gets out," Jordy said, lying his head
back onto the pillow.

"That day...when we were playing you guys in the match, and when you
miskicked that penalty...you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Farrow
asked, not looking at Jordy.

"Uhm...what makes you think that?" Jordy answered hoarsely.

"Come on, Jordy, I'm your best friend, I think I know you better than
that. You've never missed a penalty or conversation in your life. So how's
it work that the one you DO miss, is the one that I gave away?"

Jordy smiled slightly and rolled his head over to watch Farrow.

"Like you said...it was the one YOU gave away. You're my best friend."

Farrow swallowed deeply and knew that whatever happened next, would define
their friendship in the coming years. He carefully stood up and placed his
hand on Jordy's face.

"My God...you're fucking beautiful," he said, his voice breaking.

"Ditto, dude," Jordy whispered.

Slowly Farrow leaned down and carefully placed his lips on Jordy's. Both
boys moaned as it what they have been dreaming of was actually
happening. Farrow deepened the kiss as Jordy carefully pulled Farrow's face
towards him. The two boys were getting so turned on about the kiss that
they didn't hear the door opening. It was only when...

"FUCKING HELL!"

Jordy and Farrow turned around, immediately breaking the kiss, as they
watched Zan poking his head around the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jordy yelled angrily.

"I just came...just came to apo...whatever. I don't talk to faggots," Zan
said before closing the door.

"That's it, I'm fucking him up this time," Jordy said, trying to lift
himself off the bed, but Farrow pushed him back.

"Don't worry about him, okay? He's nothing is your life. I know you're
angry. But think of your Rugby career! Even if there's just a 1% chance
that you can play again, you can't fuck it up!"

"The whole fucking world is gonna know now, Farrow! You think Zan is gonna
stay quiet about this?" Jordy fumed.

"Hey...if people can't accept you for who you are, fuck them. Hey, I gotta
get home."

"Wait!"

Farrow turned around and looked at Jordy with love in his eyes.

"What, Jordy?"

"I love you, Farrow. I do, I really do."

Jordy was speaking super fast, perhaps scared that he might lose his nerve
to tell Farrow how he felt if he didn't. Farrow smiled and walked over to
Jordy, leaning down and placing a kiss on Jordy's forehead.

"I love you more. Now that that's over, get some sleep, dickhead!" he said
before flicking Jordy's ear, before finally leaving the room. Jordy was
stunned. My God...he was gay...he never, ever thought it might happen to
him. But this...the love he felt for Farrow...fuck the gay labelling
shit. If that meant he was gay, then so be it. He loved Farrow with all his
heart. The warmth in his chest, was suddenly replaced with hatred for that
Zan bastard, the person responsible for him perhaps never playing Rugby
again.

"I'm gonna get that bastard. Even if it kills me," Jordy whispered, before
carefully laying his head down and closing his eyes.

***

Farrow was nearly home before his mother phoned him and asked if he could
get them some milk and bread at the local Minute Mart. He stopped at the
shop, and locked his car, walking across the road. Inside the store his
phone rang again, and he inwardly groaned when it was a unknown number. He
hated those. He refused to answer, but by the time his groceries was
packed, the number had already called four times. Just when he exited the
store, the number phoned again, and angrily, he placed his stuff down and
answered.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"Farrow, its me. Gary."

"Oh my gosh...come on, who's this? Stop lying!"

"Farrow, its me! Your fucking twin brother! We were seperated because Mom
caught us fooling around two years ago, remember?"

Farrow's face turned from anger into remembrance.

"Gary...dude where the hell are you, Gazza?"

"My foster family are heading to your new town. I didn't tell them you, Mom
and Dad moved there when they mentioned it. My foster dad's sister lives
there and its her birthday. I wanted to know if you wanna meet up
sometime?"

"Gary, the courts ordered us not to see eachother for while, you know
that."

"Fuck that shit! We're seventeen now, I haven't seen my twin brother in
nearly three years, come on, Slugger!"

Farrow's resistance crumbled when he heard Gary's nickname for him yet
again. No one ever called him that, except Gary. He closed his eyes. He
didn't wanna be reminded why they had to be seperated in the first place.

"Okay, we can, don't worry. But Gazza...nothing can happen between us. We
promised eachother."

"I'm into girls, Slugger, always have been! We jus messed around back
then. It's over now. You know that more than me!"

"Okay, Gazza. Call me when you're here. See ya," Farrow switched off his
phone and placed it back in his jeans's pocket whilst crossing the street
walking to his car.

He barely had time to see the BMW blasting across the busy road before the
car smashed into him. His lanky body flew upwards and came down with a thud
against the pavement. His head seemed to snap back as it smacked against
the gravel. A trickle of blood started to flow from his ear and nose.



The driver of the car sped off, scared to hell that someone might have a
chance to get his licence plate number of to identify him. Zan looked in
his review mirror to check if the police was following him. Nothing. He
might just have gotten away with this.

***

Oh no! Jordy might never play Rugby again, and just as he and Farrow had
found eachother, THIS happens! Zan has ruined Jordy's life, and now he
might have ended Farrow's! What is the story behind Farrow's twin brother,
Gary? And where does Monty fit into all this?

Stay tuned for Chapter 2. If you enjoyed the story, please gimme a shout
out at whiteryan65@gmail.com

THANKS FOR READING!