The crowd erupts. Another win. Against a the top seeded team no less. Sending Clearmont High School to the playoffs. The wind was dominant. Marcos got his highlights off. A free kick that bounced off the crossbar and fell in just out of the goalies reach. A header that just barely tapped his head and and wished past the goalie as he could do nothing but watch. Everyone cheered. Marcos was a the hero of the night. But deep down he knew, Guest was the one who won them that game. Just like always. Guest had put Marcos in the right place at the right time and assisted him. Guest had guarded the best player on defense. Anyone with a high enough knowledge of Soccer and how the game us played knew Guest was very good as well just from watching the game. But Marcos knew more. He'd seen Guest train and play in practice. He knew better than anyone that if they really wanted to... Guest could carry this team all by themselves. But they chose to let Marcos have the spotlight.

As the Celebration on the field reached it's height, the team rushed back to the locker room to get dressed as it was time to head to Marcos' house and celebrate.

Marcos' house was impressive to say the least. Square footage that would make a real estate agent foam at the mouth. Hardwood floors that clearly costed a pretty penny. All of the furniture had been moved and the house laid bare for the party about to take place. The kitchen counter quickly filled with liquor bottles and weed. The speakers thumped so loud from the backyard it sounded like they were in the house with you. Bodies shifted and bumped each other as the crowd began to grow.

A loud sound come from the kitchen that sounds like glass breaking. Followed by multiple cuss words and hen some Portuguese words that probably mean the same things.