Chapter 1

Coach calls for a time-out. There are just four minutes left on the clock. The North Shore Sharks are beating us by fourteen points. If we win, we go onto the state championship. If we lose, our season is over. Done. And it might be the last time I ever play.

It’s my senior year, and I haven’t gotten any offers to play college football. Last year I got some letters of interest, but college coaches didn’t come knocking on my door. Time is running out. Playing at state is my last chance to get noticed. I’m determined to find a way to win this game.

“Iggy!” Calvin jogs over. We head across the field together. “We need to tie up this game.”

“We need to do more than that,” I say. “We need to win!”

“Then let’s get it done,” Calvin says. His face is serious and focused.

I know he feels the pressure too. He hasn’t gotten any offers either, and he’s a fantastic wide receiver—tall and fast with Velcro hands. But it’s hard to get noticed when your school isn’t known as a football powerhouse, and you live on an island 2,400 miles from the rest of the United States.

“It isn’t over,” Calvin says.

“Until the clock says zero,” I finish, giving Calvin a somber smile. He’s probably one of the few people who lives by that phrase—my dad’s favorite phrase—as much as I do.

It’s what my dad said after the doctor told him he had end-stage cancer and only a few months to live. He shook his head and said those words: It isn’t over until the clock says zero. He proved that doctor wrong and lived another two years. But that was almost ten years ago.

“We need two more touchdowns,” Calvin says with a smile. “How about I get one and you get the other?”

“Deal,” I say as we jog over to Coach Kainoa. He’s working furiously on his tablet and only looks up when we’ve all gathered around him.

“We need to throw them off,” he says. “Do the unexpected.”

I look over at Coach and then at Ty Gleason, our quarterback. “I have an idea,” I say. “It’s crazy, but it might work.” Coach and Ty exchange a glance and nod at me to continue.

When I’m finished, Coach gives me another nod and says, “Let’s do it.”

He turns to me and grabs my helmet. Looking me straight in the eyes, he says, “You can’t let the Sharks see what’s coming. Don’t look for Calvin until the last second.”

I nod and we run back onto the field. When the ball is snapped, Ty laterals it to me. The Sharks expect me to run the ball up the middle like I’ve done all game, but this time I cut left. I stop near the line of scrimmage and dig my back cleat into the turf. As soon as I spot Calvin wide open at the twenty yard line, I launch the ball high over the Sharks’ heads. They turn and run, but it’s too late—Calvin catches the ball, cradles it, and runs it in for a touchdown.

The crowd goes wild.

“Iggy!” Calvin yells to me over the roar of our fans as we head off the field. “You should be playing quarterback!”

“Nah.” I shake off the suggestion. “Then I wouldn’t get to run as much.” And that’s what I love most—getting the ball, blasting through a line of players and into the open, and running as hard and fast as I can. My father was a running back too. He played for Branford University. My mom says he could’ve gone pro if he hadn’t joined the navy instead.

I turn around and glance at the clock. Two minutes and twelve seconds remain. A lot can happen in that time.

As Calvin and I approach the bench, Coach Kainoa’s usually hard expression breaks into a grin and he shouts, “Flawless! We’re in striking distance now! Keep it up!”

He’s excited. We’re all excited. I can feel the energy not only on the bench but also in the stands. The Regent Warriors have never made it to state. This is the first time in over twenty years we made it to the state semifinals.

Coach sends Louie, our kicker, onto the field for the extra point. Calvin and I stand together on the sidelines and watch the special teams head out. Louie is one of the smallest guys out on the field—only a sophomore and new to our school—but he’s had a pretty good season.

The Sharks send out one of their best players—Rain Bok. The guy is huge and tough. He’s an all-around player, taking the field for offense, defense, and even special teams, but his main role is running back. I’ve heard Rain is being recruited by a bunch of Big Ten colleges. He’s a hot name among college coaches.

The Sharks’ coach has connections from his early years coaching college ball and has contacted some old friends still in the business. Word has it that it’s gone to Rain’s head, and he’s a pain to play with now that he’s gotten all the attention.

In a loud, rumbling voice, Rain yells something at Louie to try and rattle him. It seems to work. I see Louie lose his focus and yell something back.

A whistle blasts. Everyone on the field lines up.

Just let it be good, let it be good, I think as Louie takes three stiff steps, but before the ball even leaves his foot, I know it won’t be good.

The ball doesn’t get the height it needs and Rain leaps into the air and blocks it. The ball falls to the ground.

Louie’s shoulders crumple as the Sharks’ fans cheer.