Celebrity Oneshots

[GxG] Alex Morgan- Competitive

Y/N's POV:

Today was my first day at the USWNT camp. After impressing at club level I was finally called up to the national team at 22, and it meant a lot because I knew I had pushed a veteran forward out of the team to achieve this place. I was now only one of two strikers on the national team, and would likely have to compete with Alex Morgan for the starting spot. To others this might have seem like an obstacle or a challenge, but not to me, I am confident in my abilities and will not accept being a backup striker to another player. Perhaps I'm a little cocky for my age but I'm fine with that.

I arrived at around 9am and was warmly welcomed by the coaching staff and then given a tour of the training facilities. At last I was introduced to my team mates as they were having breakfast. I'd have liked to say that I knew most of them from club level but it simply wasn't true. A large majority of the national team consisted of players from the NSWL whereas I played for {~club name~} in the WSL in England. 

"Everyone this is our new striker, I mean one of our new striking options, Y/N Y/L/N".

There was some clapping and cheering and I looked around and saw the room filled with kind smiling faces. Except for one individual who was clapping to presumably not stand out from her peers but was staring back at me with a slight glare. I shrugged it off and introduced myself to the groups and gave a little speech about how it was an honour to be included and how I couldn't wait to get to play with everyone, and then I was finally allowed to grab a plate and get breakfast. I filled my plate and looked around, a couple tables were calling me over to sit with them. I just chose the nearest one.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Kelley I can't wait to see you train out on the pitch", she said with a welcoming grin. The rest of the table introduced themselves. All but one. Kelley shrugged ms. glaring blue eyes, she rolled her eyes and huffed. "Fine, I'm Alex, starting striker for this team", she said with a slightly threatened look. "For now", I replied with a smirk, making the rest of the table laugh. "Don't mind her Y/N, she's just a little too competitive sometimes".

Other than the little encounter with Alex, breakfast went smoothly and I felt like I was really being included by my team mates. Soon enough it was time to change into my new US training gear and head out onto the field. 

The assistant coach Dawn led everyone through some warmup drills, after which we were split into groups to work on individual stuff. I was initially grouped with the other forwards on the team and we did some dribbling practice, and then Alex and myself were put into a separate group to focus on shooting specifically. 

"Take one touch and shoot, got it Y/N?", one of the shooting coaches instructed. I nodded firmly and noticed Alex eyeing me suspiciously with her arms crossed, as if to say 'go on then'. 

I wasn't usually one for nerves but knowing the blue-eyed woman was staring me down definitely had an effect because my first effort blazed over the cross bar. "Fuck", I quietly muttered to myself. "That's okay Y/N, we'll go again in turns", the coach told me. 

I stepped back with a huff and watched as Alex booted the ball into the back of the net effortlessly. She turned to me with a small smirk, "try to hit the target this time rookie". "You're only 3 years older than me, come off it", I replied with a glare. 

I huffed and prepared to take my shot. The ball dropped and I volleyed it into the back of the net at full speed. All the surrounding coaches shared a look of approval and were clearly impressed. I displayed a proud smile and stepped back to let Alex take her next shot. "Didn't you hear the part about taking one touch", Alex taunted. I stayed silent. On her next attempt Alex attempted to create my volley but failed miserably as the ball sailed very wide. I let out an involuntary laugh, earning me a glare from the blue eyed forward.