sola
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Finally, my phone is charged. I turn it on and I have five calls from sunwoo and like a million texts.
did something happen?
I click on his profile to call him, but then my doorbell rings. I rush to the door and I open it.
"Is everything okay?" I ask Sunwoo.
He's carrying his giant soccer duffle bag.
"What do you mean?" He asks. His voice sounds a little sore. Like he's been screaming or crying or something. Or singing, which I highly doubt.
"The texts and calls?" I ask.
"Oh... I-um, no it was nothing. I couldn't figure out the calc homework." He says.
"Did you get it?" I ask, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. "You can copy mine."
"No I got it, thanks." Sunwoo says.
There's something off about him. I can tell.
"Oh! I have something for you," I grab a small bag off the staircase. "For the new team captain."
"You don't know it'll be me," Sunwoo says.
"They'll pick you. I know they will." I say.
Sunwoo grabs the red and white sweatband out of the bag and his eyes smile a tiny bit.
"Thank you," Sunwoo says.
"No problem. You better show it off at practice, and when everyone asks where you got it tell them the company sent it to you. Like a celebrity," I say.
"Will do," He stretches the sweatband over his head and we walk down the street.
"Put it on correctly would you??" I reach up to fix his bangs but he dodges out of the way.
"I'll do it," He grumbles.
Yeesh what's up with him?
"Is everything alright?" I ask him. "Are you nervous?"
"Nervous...?" He asks, his eyes going a bit wider.
"Yeah, are you?"
"Oh! For soccer tryouts. Yeah, that's why, I'm-im nervous." He stumbles over his words.
"You'll do great." I say. "Look I know your mom puts a lot of pressure on being the best, but you already are the best. You just have to show everyone,"
Sunwoo sighs. "Thanks sol, you always know what to say."
I give him a reassuring smile and I grab his hand with both of mine, squeezing it gently.
"I'll be there for you." I add. "Remember what we always do?"
"Pretend it's just you and me out there."
"Yep." I say.
Once we enter school grounds we walk to our classroom. Throughout the day Sunwoo keeps glancing at me as if he wants to say something, but he never does. I know he's nervous for tryouts, but I can tell there's also something else.
As soon as the bell rings and school is over, he races to the locker room to get ready so he can warm up.
I take my time gathering my things and grabbing a snack before I head out to the bleachers beside the soccer field.
Since it's technically a closed practice, I sit in the space under the bleachers, watching from the empty spots where the steps are separated.
It's freezing out here, but I focus on Sunwoo, who is putting his new sweatband on and bouncing a soccer ball on his knee simultaneously. I'm honestly shocked he's not more popular among the athletes at our school.
