Mike threw a fake grin on his face, suddenly the name "Shawn " Popping into his head. "No, I was just fucking with you man," He gave a fake laugh which could not be distinguished between a real one, patting Shawn on the shoulder, "Lets get inside so I can beat Darius' ass in dominoes again before team dinner." He walked in front of them the whole way, trying to piece together what had happened before taking the field. The voice bounced off the walls of his mind, repeating itself every now and again while Mike continued to try and remember if he had heard it from somewhere before, though he couldn't. The locker room was full of laughter and jokes, some of which were at the expense of Mike though, when he was paying attention, he'd bounce another one back at them. It took a couple games of dominoes before the food sent by a local restaurant for the varsity players arrived, starting a stampede just from the smell.<br/><br/>Mike took his time getting into the line, making it almost to the very back until a few of his linemen tossed them in line in front of them. Everyone loaded their plates and one of the coaches threw on a highlight reel from their first five games that season and a few from playoffs last year. Almost every defensive highlight included Mike, weather it be a hurry, big hit, interception, or sack. He wasn't one of the most sought after Linebackers in the fifty continental states for no reason. The room filled with 'Oh's' and laughter at almost every given moment, those who had seen it before prepping the room for what ever crazy play would happen next.<br/><br/>Mike kept to himself for the majority of the dinner, though this wasn't new. Mike was a man of few words unless given a reason to speak; tonight being no exception, but for other reasons. After eating he threw his plate away, walking down the hall from the meeting room to the varsity locker room when a coach approached him, handing a wad of letters bound by a rubber band. Though mostly smaller colleges, out of the sixteen letter he received the most notable names were The University of Texas, Stanford, Oregon, Alabama, and Arkansas. Tonight, for some reason, he wasn't interested in reading the motivational letters, knowing they didn't mean anything, and wouldn't until closer to the end of the season when colleges could directly contact him with their barrage of questions and offers of scholarships. The letters ended up in a compartment where he could lock his valuables, pulling his backpack and flip flops out of the locker and making his way out of the locker room.<br/><br/>He pulled his keys from his pocket, grabbing his truck key as he looked over at the stadium which had brought him so much success. A small grin crept up on him, remembering his four years at the school which were fill with mostly physical pain, but ended with fruitful results if he made it out of this season alive. Mike slung his backpack in the passenger seat of his truck and found himself standing there, staring at the scoreboard for quite some time before his feet began pulling him in its direction. He slid his hands into his athletic shorts pockets and walked out into the middle of the field, doing a full 360* turn as he took everything in. A thought ebbed its way into his mind, the fact that it wouldn't be long before he would have to leave this stadium (and town) behind, potentially for good. He knew he needed to leave and get home, though something kept him there, the light breeze knocking his hair around slightly.