forever yours • adam banks

chapter thirty two

ella

You know, there's a really funny thing about love. It always comes when you least expect it.

Like I mentioned earlier, I definitely didn't expect to get along with Adam at the ice rink as well as I did.

It definitely was pretty funny at Mickey's when he got super embarrassed over something Averman had on his phone, even though none of us saw what it was. I wish Connie or Julie found out, that way they could've told us. Well, only if Adam was okay with them telling us.

I didn't do much Saturday night, I just got myself ready for bed, watched a movie, and went to sleep. I had quite the long day ahead of me Sunday. Private training from eight to nine-thirty, EEFC practice from twelve to two, and not to mention all of the homework I've been avoiding doing.

At least our indoor season for soccer has started, and we've been practicing inside. Practicing outside in two degree weather wouldn't exactly be very fun.

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I wake up at seven to get ready for my private training. My trainer's name is Miguel, and he's from Colombia. He used to play on the Colombian National Team, and he's insane at soccer. Well clearly, since he played for his country's national soccer team.

He's also coached lots of people who have gone D1 and pro, so he's been helping me with my skills for showcases and scouting events.

Once I have actually woken myself up, I brush my teeth, put my hair up, and get myself dressed for training. I grab my bag and my indoors before running downstairs to fill my water. At seven-thirty, my dad and I leave for training. The place is twenty minutes away, and Miguel always likes for me to be there at least five minutes early.

The best part about the place I train is that it has a viewing room where people can watch. When my dad gets the chance to take me to training, he always stays and watches. It really makes me happy to know he loves watching me, it makes me perform so much better.

As I walk into the gym, Miguel has a huge smile on his face. "There's my favorite cripple!" he calls cheerfully, his thick Colombian accent echoing throughout the room. Ever since I've been injured, he's nicknamed me Cripple. Even though I've been healed for basically a month and a half, the name's stuck.

"Hi Miguel!" I say, dropping my bag on the floor and giving him a hug.

"How are you today amiga? We have a lot of work to do today." He points to all of the cones that covered the turf, in all different shapes and formations.

"I'm good. What are we doing first?"

He then directs me to what we'll be working on today - 1v1s, passing with gates and targets, footwork drills, and of course, fitness.

Boy, does Miguel work me hard. I am sweating by the time we finish training. But it always feels good, because he's getting me closer to Minnesota Soccer.

When I get home from training, I make myself a protein shake and take a quick body shower. I still have EEFC training, so I'm not going to take a full shower until after that.

Until I have to leave for EEFC training, I catch up on my homework that I've been procrastinating for the past two days. Math and history definitely take me a while, and it's already time to leave for practice by the time I finished everything. I hop into the car with my dad again, and off we go to pick up Sadie and Morgan.