It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd.
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Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world...
Olivia's POV: "Liv, you listening?" Blake asked me through the phone.
"Uhhh, no," I said, turning my face to her after getting my gaze off the Chemistry textbook.
"You better listen now because I'm not gonna repeat," she almost snapped.
"Okay, okay," I said. "Where were we?"
"You-nowhere, me-to the part in which I tell you what you'll be doing," she pretended to be offended.
"Okay...Go on."
"We'll meet in front of a local pitch. I'll send you the address-"
"And you're sure there won't be any people?" I asked concerned.
"Yep, I checked. It's at the end of the city. No one goes there."
"Good to know. I just don't want anyone to interrupt or something."
"You think I want?!" she exclaimed. "I'm fully in my role and don't want anyone to interrupt our concentration during trainings," she shared. "Not even you!" her expression (again) turned serious, and I laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Blake inquired.
"Nothing," I said. "I'll just need to get used to the "serious you"" I quoted.
"Yes, you will!" she said also through laughs.
"Okay," I maintained calm because more laughing won't be in our favor." What's next?"
"Next what?"
"In your plan...maybe?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"No problem."
"So the plan is: we meet up on the pitch, do warm up, and start working on your physique first-"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll be doing sprints and jogs to become faster, and for your legs to become stronger. All football players have strong legs. Even women," she stated.
"We'll begin with your legs and will add some exercises for arms, abs, and full body after some time," she said after looking at her notebook.
"You're kidding right?" I almost fainted.
"I'm afraid not," she looked at the camera of her phone. "It's something every footballer has come across."
"Ughhhhhh," I threw myself on my bed.
"Don't "ughhh" the world. You'll get over it," she reassured me. "And also, you'll become stronger. This is only in your favour."
"You know what?" I stood up and started walking around my room. "I'll do it. No matter how much effort I'll have to put in!"
"That's how I want you!"
"By the way..." I got to my phone. "How do I need to dress for the trainings?" I started. "You know I'm not the athletic type of person."
"Yeah, about that..." she began. "I don't think we should rush with the equipment," she paused. "I mean, we'll have to get some stuff, but that's for the future. For now, come dressed in something you can run with, a sports top, and some sneakers. It'll the the job."
"Okay, so something I wear in PE classes and sneakers?"
"Well..." she started. "Basically, yeah."
"Okay, just send me the address, and I'll be there...When exactly?"
"Tomorrow evening," she looked at her notebook again, gaining the look of a real professionalist."5PM."
"I'll be there," I yawned through my words.
"You better go to sleep," Blake said. "It won't be easy tomorrow."
"Don't you say!" I said sarcastically. "It's two AM!"
"Go to sleep," she said quickly, but before she could hang up the phone, she continued." Oh, and just for me not to forget. I'll make you a diet plan. Not that restrictive, but you know...healthy stuff."
"Yeah, yeah, okay," I yawned again.
"Make sure to get some rest, crying princess," Blake laughed.
"Just wait for tomorrow," I said, and she laughed."Night."
"Night," she said, and we hung up.
***
The next day, gladly, was Saturday, so me and Blake could peacefully do our training, for which, I must admit, I was super excited. I mean, as you already know, I'm not the athletic type of girl. Not at all. But the one thing that was keeping me pushing was the desire to understand how to play the beautiful game that captured my heart (called football).
The one thing I had to figure out was how to get out of the apartment, without my parents seeing my sports outfit. They also know I hate sports and will definitely ask me where I am going. Of course, I can't tell them. The cover I came up with the morning was to put some other pants above my sports ones, and a sweater which will be my sports top.
Even though it's winter, it is a more warm than cold one, and I could really just walk out in only T-shirt and shorts without freezing, which, by the way, is the reason why me and Blake decided to start trainings so soon and even outside.
I put on my improvised sports outfit:
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(This outfit is from Pinterest. Credit to Emma-Watson. You can imagine whatever outfit you like. It's just a direction for your imagination.)
And yeah...I decided to finally head out. It was 3:30, but the address Blake sent me was on the other side of the city, so I had to prepare for a long journey with the metro. I hope I don't get lost because I really know how I can be (don't ask).
Before I left my house, however, I grabbed my little backpack and put my phone, wallet, keys, and my water bottle in it because if I had forgotten the water, I would have regretted it later. Probably because where I'm going shops aren't common.
"I'm going out," I shouted.
"Where are you going?" my mother shouted back.
"She cares?" I was startled. "I'm meeting with Blake," I told her.
"Okay," she said with an I-don't-care tone.
"She's fine," I muttered and laughed a little before opening the front door.
A/N-Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you want me to include more pictures when I'm including outfits or maybe Instagram profile and stories because in my opinion it helps with understanding the story a bit more (especially when I'm being in description mode)?
