soccer love | CC Walker x femOC

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Saraya's POV

It's game day today. After the party on Wednesday night — weird night to have a party but whatever — I went to school totally hangover. I have no idea how my parents or teachers didn't notice anything, but they didn't — luckily.

School was boring as always but at least I got to hang our with my friends. I have three very close friends here and a couple of regular friends.

My close friends are the ones that I trust most. Even though I'm sad that I had to leave my friends in Denver, where we previously lived, I'm happy to have found my people here.

And after that, CC of course had to bitch me around. I don't know what's wrong with her, but she needs a better hobby, I am really not affected by her words anymore.

Even though I strongly dislike her, I can't deny the obvious — she's hella attractive. Doesn't help that she just walks around the locker room in a towel and sometimes also drops it to get dressed — leaving her in nothing but panties.

Now I'm good at keeping my dick a secret and under control, but whenever I'm in the locker room with twenty one beautiful girls, it can get quite difficult. So I'd usually just change into normal clothes and head home — very rarely joining the celebrations after a successful match, because I don't want to deal with CC and her minions.

But that shit hasn't stopped me from playing soccer and being a good player — a damn good one if I am allowed to have that much confidence.

I know that the main reason CC hates me is that I'm a threat for her position as the captain of our team. You see; she's our Center Forward, while I'm an Attack MF Wide Striker, so we both score a lot of goals. We'd probably score more if she'd just pass me the god damn ball more often. She usually passes it to the other Attack MF Wide Striker.

Listen I don't give a fuck about being the captain, I probably wouldn't want to be if I was offered the spot, but I am not okay with CC treating me like shit.

Therefore I make a promise to myself; if she's not cooperating with me in this game and is a bitch towards me, I will confront her. I don't care anymore, I just want to live in peace.

Getting dressed in my tricot, I pack my bag and head outside. I don't even bother to ask my parents to come because they won't. Mom would, but I know Dad won't let her because of this stupid church thing.

So once again, I'll have no one cheering for me on the bleachers. Maybe my friends, but they usually don't come to my games because they're high or something.

Putting on my helmet I get on my bike and drive off. I speed down the roads — probably breaking speed limit but I love it, it's so much fun. Once I'm near the school, I slow down and park my bike.

Getting off of it, I immediately head to the locker rooms. There I put my helmet and my jacket into a locker and lock it. Then I take my sport bag and head onto the field.

Today we're playing against a team that's not too bad, but it shouldn't be too hard to beat them. Once I'm by the bleachers, I put down the bag by Coach and start running about three laps around the field.