Dolan's POV.
We were wining, 18-0 at half time. The scouts approached us, with yellow notepads in hand. I pulled off my gloves, quite a feat when your sweat literally glued the fabric to your hands. "Hello, Mr. Hardin and Mr. Johnston, how can I help you?" I leaned on my helmet and asked, shaking their hands.
"Hello, we're looking for the player named Berkley." He said, flipping his note pages. I had to stop my self from exploding. Berkley was Carters last name! Did they know she was a girl?

"Sure, over here." I turned around and called out for her. Cater jogged over, her helmet tucked in the crook of her elbow.
"Yes?" She asked, then saw the college scouts. "Hi, I'm Carter Berkley." She smiled, sticking out her hand.

"Hello Carter. We, um, are offering you a..." The man glanced at his partner, biting his lip. I forced down a smile. They had thought she was a boy. "Excuse us, we seem to have written down the wrong name." The man fake smiled and shook her hand, while his accomplice awkwardly whispered something in his ear. I glanced at the man's attire. The Stanford logo was imprinted on his tie and belt. They were Stanford scouts, turning down Carter.

"Well, thank you anyway sir." Carter scrunched her eyebrows together and awkwardly walked away.
"Okay, well is there anyone else you would like to see?" I said, smiling to the scouts.
"No, we'll be leaving soon." The scout huffed and said shortly. "But those men are looking for someone, I presume." He pointed to three more men in suits. I nodded and thanked them for coming.

Jogging to the other scouts, I glanced over my shoulder. Carter was sitting in the bleachers, her head in her hands. I shook my head and pushed her away. It was game time again.

Carters POV
Okay, okay, two scouts turned me down. That was it though, only two. There were more to come, I could do this. I whispered myself a small pep talk and jumped off the bleachers. We still had one more half.

The special teams lined up on the field and out kicker booted the ball to the 10 yard line. They kneed it, and advanced to the 20. Our defense switched in, ready to blitz. Johnston, one of our defensive line, powered through the other teams line, and sacked the quarter back. The bleachers exploded in cheers and I jumped up. "Yeah Johnston!" Our team yelled, one voice higher than the others.

Finally they were at fourth down, three yards to go. They went for it, huge mistake on there part, but it was their choice. We stopped the Hail Mary, meaning that we go the ball on the 27. Dolan sprinted out on the field, and the rest of the team followed.

"Let's do this tigers!" He yelled, putting his helmet in the middle of the huddle. "Team on three. One two three, TEAM!" We yelled, clapping our hands on three. We broke the huddle, and got into formation. "Hike!" Dolan yelled, calling for the snap.

I took off, running at an angle to the left. The other teams cornerback stuck on me, chasing me down the field. I cut to the right, and twisted around just enough to seem like I was catching it. The cornerback fell for it, and ducked to the right. I sprinted back over to the left, holding my hands out. The ball soared, a little too high, from the hands of Dolan. I back stepped and managed to pluck it out of the air.

I turned to the end zone and sprinted as fast as I could, grasping the football with both hands. It was clear I would score, so I calmly ran in, spiking the ball when I made it. The bleachers exploded in a cheer and "breakin' ankles!" Came from the sidelines.
Okay, so maybe two college scouts didn't want me. Their loss.