My Soccer Love (GirlxGirl) STOPPED

My Soccer Love (GirlxGirl)

Guysssss it's my new story! I'm trying girlxgirl this time. Tell me what you think with your votes and comments! Photo is Casey (Amanda Bynes), who is so gorgeous it makes me want to die. Commenttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt <3

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“Eva! You got me open!”

I fought the urge to turn my head. Now was not the time. I had the ball at my feet, a straight shot on goal, and no need to give it up. The moment was perfect. I zoomed in my laser focus on the goalie. Nothing could stop me now; nothing except—THWACK—Casey cut in front of me, moving faster than I’ve ever seen an 7th grade girl move. She was like a friggin cheetah. Before I knew it, the ball had moved from my feet; my perfect opportunity gone.

I sighed out of mock frustration. As much as I would’ve loved a goal, I knew going into the game, when I saw Casey was playing right defender, that I didn’t have a chance. Casey was one of those insane soccer girls who had been playing their whole lives and was on the top club team. I, on the other hand, wasn’t quite so good. True, I had been playing since I was five, but up through 5th grade I had also been juggling ballet classes, which pulled my focus away from soccer. By the time I had realized that soccer, not ballet, was my thing (back in sixth grade), girls like Casey had already pulled way ahead of me. I was stuck on the third best team in my club, FC Portland, while Casey had been on the first team her whole life. I knew this should make me jealous, but, in all honesty, I felt nothing but admiration for Casey.

I shook myself from my thoughts and sprinted after Casey at top speed, but she was too fast and easily evaded me with a double scissor fake. I groaned internally, not believing that, after 8 years of playing soccer, she could still fake me out. Casey made an easy pass across the field to her holding mid, Meghan, who passed it up to the outside striker, Erica, who made a run. I followed the rest of my team down the field, being careful not to stray too far from my position, as we chased her. She easily dodged each player, her skill level the same as Casey’s, and made an easy shot on goal. Our goalie, Lizzy, caught the ball just in time. Our whole team breathed a sigh of relief as the ref blew the whistle for halftime. Our coach beckoned our team over, and we gathered into our typical huddle.

“Okay ladies,” Jeff looked very serious as he spoke, “I know that this team is the best in the league and we’re the third, but I want to see more effort from you guys! Just because they’re ranked higher doesn’t mean we should let them win by a landslide, alright?”

We all nodded in agreement.

“Okay, so second half I want Eva left striker, Hailey right striker…”

I zoned out as Jeff listed the rest of the starting players. Left striker meant opposing Casey, who was right back. I snuck a quick peek around my teammates at Casey’s team, who seemed to be having a similar meeting. I quickly looked away, though, for you should never be caught staring at the opposing team, but not before my eyes met with Casey’s. A strange feeling ran down my back, not unlike the one I’d felt earlier when Casey had wished me good luck before the game. I frowned. These weird feelings were kind of freaking me out and I wasn’t sure why. I’d always felt a lot of admiration for Casey, as she was my good friend. So why did pressing up against her as we fought for the ball suddenly feel different? I quickly shook the thoughts out of my mind. It’s time to get your head in the game, Eva, I reminded myself. The ref blew his whistle and our coach shooed us out on the field. Time to show them what you’ve got.

2 years later:

I stared up at the bright lights, feeling them burn holes in my retinas. Despite a layer of Under Armour plus our JV fleece jackets, I was still freezing. I turned to look at my friend Natalie, who was also shivering. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled, “Nervous?”

I shrugged, flicking my eyes to Varsity, “Yes, but I don’t want to let it affect my game.”

Natalie nodded, “Me either.” She hesitated, seeming to want to say something else, but then decided against it.

“Hey, you want to warm up?”

I turned to see my other friend, Annie, standing behind me. She, Natalie, and I were often known as the three musketeers, as we’d been on the same club team together and best friends throughout middle school, and were now all on JV. Natalie and Annie were both the kinds of friends I felt I could trust with anything, but sometimes, in occasions like the present ones, it was better not to talk. I nodded and the three of us walked onto the field and began passing the ball. Back and forth, back and forth. Our easy pre-game rhythm, the one I was so used to, helped calm my nerves. It’s ok, I told myself, it’s just a game. But it wasn’t just a game. Everyone knew that. Even to people whose stakes weren’t as high as mine, it was still nerve-racking. JV and Varsity were scrimmaging against one another, and, although everyone knew Varsity would win, it was our chance to show them what we were made of.

But the real reason behind my anxiousness wasn’t just playing Varsity—it had to do with a certain right back whom I was not too excited to play against. I felt my heart leap in my chest. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face her again. I couldn’t go out there and play directly against her, pretending it was just like old times. I felt my stomach twist itself into a million knots. I couldn’t go out there and play against Casey just like old times, because, ever since the thing, our relationship had crumbled. Casey hated my guts, and it made me want to cry. The way Casey had looked at me that night; knowing she’d never want to talk to me again…

I wasn’t sure I could take it anymore.