Shooting for the goal

The scrimmage

I wake up from the light shining through my window. I look at the clock, 10:30 in the morning. I groan and roll out of bed and pick up my phone.

Jorge: fields u nd me?

Dusty: yea

Jorge: ill get u @ 11

I quickly shower and put on workout clothes and cleats. I hear the front door open and shut. Since I know the door was locked and only Jorge, dad, and I know where the hidden key is I know it's Jorge. He trudges down the hall and stands in the doorway while I finish tying my cleats.

"I invited everyone else, just so you know," Jorge says. I look at him.

"Really? Now you tell me?" I say smiling.

"I didn't want you backing out," he smiles back.

"From you guys? Nah, never," I shove past him and down the hall. I see my dad asleep on the couch, his shoes and work clothes still on. I sigh and untie his shoes and pull them off, I kiss him on the forehead and walk out the door. Jorge's leaning against his car looking at his invisible watch.

"Took you long enough," he says trying to act tough.

"When were we rushing?" I say as I climb in.

We arrive at the soccer fields when all the guys are laughing and warming up.

"Hey chica! Finally come to play with the big boys huh?" Enrique shouts with a giant grin on his face.

"You sure you're up for it? Caution, there is a high level of testosterone!" Adam calls flexing his biceps. I kick a ball into his gut which he manages to catch with a wide smile.

"Yeah, but don't get too distracted starin' at my legs," I say smiling, I know Adam does that a lot I catch him doing it all the time.

"Oooohhh!" the boys call out in unison. Adam stops smiling and blushes a deep red.

"Dude! She totally called you out!" another guy calls.

"Well are we gonna sit around and laugh at Adam or are we gonna play soccer?" I ask folding my arms putting my game face on.

"Issac! Gustavo! You guys are captains! " Jorge booms from behind me. Issac was tall, broad with light skin and brown eyes. Gustavo was short, dark skin, and brown eyes and had hair that stuck up like a porcupine.

"Who goes first?" Gustavo asks.

"Rock, paper, scissors," was Jorge's response. They battled it out and Gustavo won. "I choose the girl," he says smiling.

"I've got a name and it's not 'the girl'," I say folding my arms and giving sass.

"And it would be?"

"Dusty Martinez," I say unfolding my arms and walking over to his side. After 5 minutes of choosing people we finally start. Jorge and I got lucky and put on the same team, and we also got put upfront, best friends both working as forwards. This should be easy, I thought. Jorge and I began to work the ball with the midfielders to get the ball down the field. Once we worked far enough down one of us would center it and the other would shoot. Finally after 6 goals people started complaining about Jorge and I, and we got moved back to the defense.

"I guess they couldn't take the heat," I say to Jorge.

"Eh, they were just upset by getting shot on by a girl," he says back. I smile. 30 minutes later Jorge and I are still dominating. We cut off, took, and blocked every chance they got at the goal. Finally they gave up.

"They're too good!" Adam says dripping sweat removing his goalie gloves.

Gustavo laughs, "Maybe you just suck." Adam throws a glove at Gustavo, "¡Callate la boca!"

Gustavo dodges the glove and laughs again, "Hey! It's not my fault you suck and got beat by a girl." Adam tackles Gustavo, they begin to wrestle on the ground. A kid about 6" pulls them off of each other, I couldn't tell who it was at first. Then he turned around and I caught his features, black hair combed to his right side, big brown eyes, dark skin, and his smile was almost perfect besides the one crooked tooth in the front, he was muscular but still really tiny. I look away.

"Carlos!" I hear a girl call. I look to see a girl about 5'8" walking towards him. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail, brunette with a little amount of blonde highlights. Freckles dance across her face and arms, she has green eyes that pop from her eyeliner, and man was that girl skinny, like I'm talking toothpick size. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned in, I look away feeling unwell all of the sudden. I catch sight of another girl. This this one was sitting on the ground across from a guy. The guy has short black hair, tan skin, and brown eyes, I couldn't tell his height or how he was built due to him sitting down. The girl had long blonde hair that was also tied up in a ponytail, she had beautiful straight teeth and bright blue eyes.

"Hey," I jump. Jorge catches me around the waist steadying me from behind.

"Sorry, I guess I got caught up in the moment," I say turning around to look at him. "Well the boys and I want to go to pizza but were all gonna go home first."

"Okay cool," I say and start to walk away but but suddenly my body is being thrown over Jorge's shoulder like I weigh nothing. I giggle at first, then I get scared Jorge might drop me.

"Jorge put me down!"

"Nope."

"Jorge, I feel like you're gonna drop me."

"I won't drop you," soon he put me down on the concrete softly I look up at him. He catches my gaze but I quickly look away. I'm not ready for that again. I swiftly walk to the passenger side and slide in and start to play with the radio.