Red VS Blue

"I don't even own anything red." I muttered, staring at my mostly blue clothes. Why would I wear red at all when I was Team Blue through and through? I ran a hand through my hair. It was supposed to be a red day. To support the local college that most of my classmates would be going to once they graduated.
But that had never been my college of choice. My family may not have always worn blue, but it certainly had never worn red.
"Screw it." I muttered, and grabbed my favorite college shirt. I may be committing social suicide doing this, but there was no way I was going to wear red. Might as well make a statement about it.

*****

My confidence withered dramatically when I stepped out of my car and saw the mass of red students in front of me. It looked nearly like a sea of blood. I didn't see another blue shirt in sight. I groaned silently. Oh yah, this was social suicide. Keeping my face as neutral as possible, I shrugged my backpack onto my shoulder and headed to class. I couldn't ignore the stares and whispers that followed me throughout the hallways and into my classes.
"Did you forget what day it is, Michael?" My friend Tom hissed to me, as I sat down in our English class. He'd gone the extra mile with the red today. He looked like a walking billboard for the college.
"No, though you obviously remember that I don't own anything red."
"You could have bought something!"
I shrugged. "I could have, but why? It's not like I'm going there."
'Because you stick out like a sore thumb you idiot."
"So be it." I said flipping open my notebook as the teacher started class.

*****

"Dude!" Tom shoved his phone in my face.
I pushed it away with annoyance. "Trying to do homework here, Tom."
"But Look! You're famous!"
"Famously an outcast?" I already knew that from my stint a few days ago wearing blue.
"No! Famous! Read! See, you're going viral."
I exhaled and grabbed his phone, scrolling down the screen.
As I scrolled down, my eyebrows climbed. "They can't be serious."
My picture was all over. Well, not just of me, it was a picture they'd taken at the assembly we'd been forced to go to. Everyone was in red, except me. Everyone was throwing up the Red's symbol. Except me. Guess who was center in the picture. Yah, me.
"Wow." I managed, tossing his phone back to him. "They have an awful photographer to catch the only guy in blue there."
"Or an amazing one, do you see who's all commented! The Coach of the Football team called you amazing!"
"You're kidding." I reached for his phone. He wasn't. "He....he wants me to come to the next game." I said slowly.
"Dude!" He hit my shoulder, "You're going to the big game!"

*****

"There he is! Michael!" Coach Simmons called out with a wave. "Welcome home, kid."
I grinned, "It's good to be here, sir." I said.

Who knew that one act of rebellion would get me so much recognition, so much support from the school I'd always dreamed of going to. And now...now it looked like I would get the chance to.

-Inspiration from Article about one kid wearing a blue college shirt while everyone else wore a red one, and ended up being able to go to one of the games.