The Soccer Player and I

Chapter 1: More lickable then an ice-cream on a hot day.

Will contain swearing in chapters.

Olivia's POV*

"Olivia Hamilton! Get down here now!" My Dad screamed from downstairs. What the hell had I done now? There wasn't anything I could recall doing that was remotely bad... Lately. I lazily buried myself under one of my plus size sweaters from the good ol' days and bounced down the stairs.

"Yes Daddy?" I pierced my head around the corner and gave my best puppy dog look, it always worked on the old man.

"Do not look at me like that! It is not going to work this time!" Oh.

"We need to have a serious conversation about your future Olivia, staring with this?!" I glanced at the paper he was holding and cursed to myself, I knew this was coming.

"C'mon Dad, it's not as bad as it seems." I quietly pleaded.

"Are you kidding me with this shit Liv? Four D's and the rest all C's? What the hell happened? You were getting straight A's just a few months ago..." He trailed off and seemed to be thinking before something snapped and he looked up at me.

"It's that boyfriend you have, Trent or Trey or what ever the hell his name is! Ever since you met him you've been distracted and I'm not going put up with this anymore liv..."

"Travis has nothing to do with this!" My voice squeaked and I silently hoped that he would believe my pathetic lie, If I had to be completely honest, Travis had had everything to do with me losing focus, I mean he was gorgeous and his kisses were addictive.

"I think you need some time away Liv, this is your Junior year! This is a crucial time and you're wasting it away on some boy!" Getting ready to defend the boy I had fallen for, my dad said the words I had been dreading for the past two years. "I called your mother and we have arranged for you too spend the rest of you Junior year with her."

I stood there with my mouth gaping.

"You leave in two days."

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Throwing my suitcase in the back of the truck with probably a bit more force then was necessary, I looked back at what I was leaving. My best friend Amy standing there with a tissue to her cheek and Travis not so discretely glaring at my father. Saying goodbye to them was going to be one of the hardest things I have ever done.

I walked over to Amy and wrapped her in a tight hug. The last two days had flown by and we hadn't done everything we had intended to do with each other before I left. A weak sob came from my shoulder and I pulled her face up so I was looking her in the eyes.

"Hey, don't cry. You're going to be strong okay? We'll talk everyday and we can see each other as often as we can." She sniffled and responded with a weak nod.

I pulled away from her and started at Travis. As pathetic as it sounds this boy had become my life these past 6 months and I found it difficult to think of him not in it. The thought of us apart made me physically ill. He walked over to me and stared at me. We stood there for a good couple minutes just staring at each other, soaking each other in. I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him like it would be our last kiss on this earth. I poured every fiber I had left into it.

"I'm going to miss you Liv." He whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to miss you too. Promise you'll come see me." I clutched his hand.

"Please, a 2 hour car drive and your father can't stop me." I smiled and kissed him one last time.

"Goodbye Travis."