After school I hustle out to the soccer field, the 1st of many. That's when I see Thomas sitting in the bench looking around anxiously.
"Thomas?" I ask. His head whips around and he spots me so he smiles.
"Hey August. Just here for practice early."
"Practice, I've never seen you out on the field."
"Yeah, I'm actually waterboy. But I can really play. Wanna see?" I nod. Thomas grabs a ball from the rack and we take our positions in opposite ends of the field. Thomas whistles and we take off, sprinting towards the ball. Surprisingly, Thomas beats me to it and kicks it between his own legs with his heel, causing me to loose my footing and fall on my butt. He's headed for my goal, but now it's time to put my goalie skills into action.
I sprint half of the field and jump in front of the net, the soccer ball hitting me in the chest but the aching sensation doesn't get to me. I get into action and slide down to kick the ball, sending I down the other half of the field. Soon, I hear the sound that I never thought I would hear at this present moment.
"Chapman, keep the ball close, and your opponent closer!" Coach Anderson hollers. I turn my head and see the entire team emerging from the locker room, clapping, cheering and whooping. I turn my head back in front of me and see the ball is gone. I turn around to see Thomas strolling down the field with the ball, winking at me. I sprint down the field once more, straining every drop of energy I have left to the max. Thomas is almost to the goal! I have to do a kick flip; a move I made up and mastered a long time ago. It takes every drop of energy I'll have left, but it would be enough for me kick it down the length of the field and able to make a goal. I close my eyes and push it, finally in front of Thomas. I then kick the ball from between his legs, run to the back of him, kick the ball in the air, then joining it in the air and giving it a harder kick. I fall to the ground in a heap, but all eyes are on the ball. It gently careens into the goal and hits the net with ease. I place a smug smile on my face and stare at Thomas, wide-eyed. I flip my hair behind my shoulder again.
"That's how it's done ladies," I scoff, and head to the locker rooms. Once I enter I make sure no one's looking and quickly pull off my t-shirt.
"Nice job." The gruff voice behinds me indicates that Troy is in the room, and once again has seen me without a shirt on. I turn around to face him and place my hands firmly on my hips.
"You always find yourself in the right place when a girl is undressing," I snarl. Why does he out of all people have to be here?
"Shut up. I was trying to say something nice."
"So you would get my permission to post my almost nude photo on Google?" I sass, pulling a sweatshirt over my underclothes. Troy rolls his eyes as I slip into some jeggings.
"As if. You aren't the typical definition of hot." He moves closer to me, smiling his signature smile.
"You're the definition of smoking."
