Football Girl

Chapter 2: How to Football

I couldn't deal with Jessie in the morning.

"Rise and shine butterfly!" sang Jessie in my ear.

Groaning I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Why did she have to be such a morning person?

"Come on! You've got your tryout today!" Jessie whined. "Plus I have to get my revenge on you from leaving me in the dreaded shed somehow, right?"

I sat upright in bed. Tryout? Today? Crap I was going to be late! Panic screamed inside my head, I had just warmed up to this whole football idea and now I would be making a bad impression of it by missing the second tryout? Why couldn't it just be Saturday instead?

I frowned. Wait a second, the tryout is on Monday. Today is Saturday. Wasn't I suppose to go over to the Jones' house for something? A frown came upon my face as the realization hit me. Jessie's cheerful grin turning into a icy smirk as she turned to look at me.

"You little liar," I sneered, annoyance tinging my voice. Jessie had barely a second to look hurt, until I jumped at her, tickling her until she was rolling back and forth with laughter.

"This is what you get for tricking me you little rascal," I called over her high pitched laughter. Changing the angle I was at, I attempted to tickle the back of her knees while dodging Jess' flying feet as her legs kicked into the air.

"No.. no... please...stop... I'm sorry," panted Jessie between giggles. Satisfied with her response I sat back, admiring my handiwork. Jessie looked up at me, a smile seeming to glitter in her eyes.

"Well if that's all, I do suggest you go and change," she stated, giving my penguin pajamas a quick eye-over.

Self-conscious, I squeezed myself tight, giving Jess a venomous glare. "There is nothing wrong with Mr. Waddles pajamas," I huffed, turning away from her to walk over to my closet.

"I never said there was. I just don't think my brother wants to see the drool stain on your shirt while teaching you how to play football."

I blushed at her comment, looking down to see said stain. Turning away, I grabbed a random pair of shorts and a t-shirt, slammed my closet shut and left my room. Jessie's amused laughter echoed down the hallway.

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My parents had taken Max to a friends house and left for work, so I grabbed a milk carton and a granola bar for breakfast before settling into Jess' car.

Slamming the door of Jess' pink Audi shut, I instantly snickered at the song playing on the radio. Jessie sung along with it, completely off beat and outta tune.

"'Cause, baby, now we got bad blood, you know it used to be mad love. So take a look what you've done, 'cause, baby, now we got bad blood! Hey!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.

"Okay enough, enough. How about we don't wake the neighbours on this lovely morning and keep your less than impressive singing voice at bay?" I reached towards the radio dial, but was quickly slapped away by Jessie's hand. She gave me a look of hurt and injustice, before pulling out of my driveway at full speed, peeling down the road.

"Driver controls the tunes. Rules are rules."

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"No no, don't hold it like that, widen your fingers more to cover more of the ball. You have a better grip that way and can throw a lot better that way," Jared corrected, moving my hand into the proper position.

We had been going at this for a while now, probably an hour or two. We had started off with kicking drills,but moved on quickly since I was already well practiced at them and it was incredibly similar to soccer, surprisingly (all those corner kicks definitely paid off). After that we worked on a little bit of tackling before Mrs. Jones interrupted us with some snacks.