|| B E L L A ||
Today is a big day. I've spent countless years and months preparing for this day to set my soccer career or at least where I want to be now. Today is my very first ODP tryout. ODP stands for Olympic development program. The idea of getting excepted would be incredible, everything would change and all these years of preparation would be of use.
Grabbing my soccer bag a threw in four water bottles considering its 90 degrees outside it'll definitely be a necessity. Luckily I actually new where my car keys were for once, they began to jingle making my dog bark. Opening the door followed by locking it from the outside I hoped in my car. Trying to calm my nerves I hooked my phone up to the blue tooth playing some music.
Before I knew it i was at the park. I felt my phone vibrate twice in my bag I pulled it pressing the home button. I briefly read the first message from Kayla that had said something about the coach. I was more worried about getting my try out number at the moment rather than finding out about the coach.
Once I figured that out the lady told me to head to field 10. I took in the smell of the fresh grass and the sound of soccer balls being passed around and teammates calling each other's name.
Spotting Kayla I began to walk a little quicker. Placing my bag down near the bleachers where the bags and waters were I walked over to Kayla with my soccer ball. I felt slightly over whelmed by the amount of girls trying out. I decided to push that thought a side.
"Bell!" Kayla shouted literally hoping on top of me.
"Kayla you act like I don't see you every day of the week." I groaned but slowly began to crack a smile.
"Did you get my text?" She whispered giggling a bit.
"Something about the coach, right?" I questioned.
"He is so beautiful Bella, but he's like 28." Kayla pouted.
One of the trainers came by to tell us our coach would be by in 5 minutes so in the mean time we have to warm up. Kayla and I began to pass.
"Did he come by already?" I asked.
"Yeah briefly but it didn't take much for me to realize how insanely attractive he is." Kayla said exaggerating almost every word as she spoke.
We passed for what felt like hours. It probably only felt like that because I'm slightly nervous. I bent down and began to stretch my calves.
"Good afternoon ladies." A smooth deep British accent greeted us.
I bent back up looking at the coach and back at Kayla giving her the "you were totally right about our coach being hotter than the sun" kinda look. His hair is a dark brown that only made his insanely emerald green eyes pop more than I thought could even be possible.
"My name is Harry Styles. Today the things I will be looking for in you is of corse skill, stamina and your communication level. I want to see determination, will and most importantly passion."
If I had to pick one word to describe him I would use intense.
"Here are some pennies. Split into 4 teams as I set up the goals." He instructed.
Immediately I look for Kayla.
"I guess you can say he's good motivation to want to make the team." Kayla joked, she wasn't wrong.
I rushed to the pennies grabbing two purple pennies for us. Following the other players with our pennies we were lead to the corner of the field set up my cones for the scrimmage.
"You may begin." Coach Bale instructed.
I quickly chatted with some of the payers calling out the positions we would play. Of corse I said center mid. After that we situated on the field.
The only thing running through my mind was to stay on my toes. The girl with blonde hair up as a forward passed back to me and I quickly pushed it with the outside of my foot sending it to the left wing.
My heart rate started to pick up considering coach Styles was right on the side line watching my game intensely.
"Drop back" I called out to the right forward that seemed to be stuck in the corner with no support.
She made an outside cut passing it to me I immediately looked to my left again creating a wall pass with the player and I finished with a strike at goal. I felt a wash of relief that coach saw all of that making me feel some what less stress.
We played a few more games and I felt my muscles cramp a bit so I called coach over.
"Yes number 20?" He asked.
I quickly looked down at my number placed on my shirt like an idiot forgetting that it was there.
"Oh um can I take a quick stretch? I'm cramping a bit on my calves."
I nervously chewed on my lip waiting for a response avoiding eye contact.
"Sure." He mumbled.
Coach is definitely not a people person. Or at least not with me. Maybe he didn't like me. For all I know i might have just blown my chance of making the team right here right now.
I bent down deciding it was probably a good I idea to just get the stretch done and get back out there before I panic some more.
After the throbbing pain stopped I came back up. Maybe I was paranoid but I couldn't push aside the feeling of eyes on me. I turn around to see coaches eyes completely scan my body. Especially around my legs and up towards my butt. His eyes met mine becoming harsh again. I quickly looked away running back on the field.
After what felt like forever first cut try outs were over. I'm not gonna lie I'm glad it is. I couldn't read the kind of vibes I was getting from coach. After I caught him checking me out I wanted to assume he was a pervert but then I thought maybe I had something on my leg possibly.
He was hard to read. I guess that was part of his personality. Closed off and a little edgy. Now I just have to work around that.
