Kyle Messor
Kyle continued his laps (making sure to carefully push Jamie off balance whenever they crossed paths) and greeted each teammate as they arrived. As he rounded the final corner of his final lap, the coach walked onto the field.
"Excellent! Eager for the start of the season I see," the coach praised, speaking to both Kyle and Jamie. As he turned to the rest of the team, the enthusiastic expression faded from his face. "As for the rest of you... perhaps if you put half as much effort in as these two, then perhaps you'd benefit from it."
Kyle smirked at Jamie, never one to miss out on a good telling off from the coach. Speaking to everyone now, the coach directed, "Right then, let's get to work!"
One long, tiring practice session later, Kyle left the field visibly displeased. I'm never going to hear the end of that damn goal, he grumbled to himself. Despite the confidence he had shown when he challenged Jamie before practice, during the final seconds of the scrimmage he managed to score on him with an incredibly precise curved shot – Kyle had it covered, then it appeared to just curve hard into the far corner. That's just how it works though, Kyle assured himself, as it slows down the curve on the ball makes a stronger effect, and Jamie was decidedly lucky that it happened as it did.
Still grumbling internally, Kyle took another quick shower then headed down to breakfast. As he got his food, he considered where he'd sit. He normally sits with the rest of the team, but sometimes sits alone. The thought of Jamie relentlessly taunting him for the entire duration of breakfast convinced him to sit alone, so he sat down at a table that was next to where Jamie's roommate – what was his name; James, I think? – and began eating his food. Hopefully, Jamie would sit either with the team or with James, but not him.