The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 11

I kept chasing Charlie until I finally tackled him. I was straddling his chest, pinning his arms to the side.  

"Told you," I said.  

"What?" He asked smirking.  

"That I would tackle you," I finished.  

"You did," he agreed. "Can I get up now, Anna?"  

"Nope. If I get up, you might run again. Can't let that happen."  

Please? I won't run away. We'll just lay here in the field talking," he pleaded.  

"Promise?"  

He looked dead-straight into my eyes, and said, "Promise." 

I got the feeling he was promising more than that, but I didn't know what he could be promising.  

"Okay," I said. I rolled onto the ground, laying next to Charlie. I checked my phone. It was almost 7pm.  

"Want to play a game?" Charlie asked.  

"Does it include moving?" I questioned.  

"Just talking."  

"Okay. Whats the game?"  

"The question game."  

"Horrible name," I commented.  

"I didn't come up with it, don't blame me." Charlie replied. I chuckled.  

"So how do you play?" I questioned.  

"You just ask each other questions."  

"Lame. Let's play two lies and a truth," I suggested.  

"Okay. You first," he told me.  

"I don't like peanut butter, I've dyed my hair, or I play hockey."  

Charlie thought for a minute, and then asked, "Dyed your hair?"  

"Nope, I don't like peanut butter." I blatantly said.  

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you don't like peanut butter!" He gasped in horror.  

"Sorry to burst your bubble," I replied. He laughed, which caused me to laugh. "Your turn Charlie." 

"Hmm... I was a chess nerd back at my old school, I've met Alex Morgan, or I've been to Mexico." 

I thought they were all a bit extreme. "You were a chess nerd?" I asked.  

"What? No!" He said quickly. I burst out laughing. Once I recovered Charlie said, "I've met Alex Morgan."  

My face was serious in less than a second. "Liar."  

"Nope, I actually did meet her. I ran into her at the grocery store in my old town."  

"Are you serious! Ahh! She's like my favorite player!" I squealed.  

"I'm not kidding Anna," Charlie replied.  

I gaped at him. Charlie had met Alex Morgan, the forward for the U.S. National Women's Team.  

"Okay Anna, its your turn." Charlie laughed.  

"Okay... I have a cat, I like to read, or my favorite color is pink." I said.  

"You like to read?" Charlie questioned.  

"Yeah!" I said with a smile. "Your turn." 

We kept playing this game for a while. I learned that Charlie has two younger siblings, twins, one boy, one girl, and that they were 4 years old. His parents were both photographers, who owned their own business, but they moved out here to help their business. His birthday is April 14. His favorite color is blue like mine.