His Soccer Girl

Five - Lays

"What are they doing here?" Toni asked.

I guess it was a peculiar sight, me, standing in the middle of four gigantic scary men holding a football with my hair a mess.

"Well, thanks to you," I said, stepping forward and pushing the football into Toni's chest "I almost died because a Druggo tried to eat me, and then these guys saved my life and helped me find the ball so I invited them here, to have lunch with us as a token of my gratitude!"

"They don't belong here" Marcus, a swimmer snarled.

"Woah, chill your pills Marky" I said, "they're actually quite nice"

I heard the four boys chuckling behind me at something, oh well.

I skipped over to the bleachers and motioned for the Four to come along as well.

They passed through the rest of the group rather confidently and sat down around me.

I proudly pulled out my lunchbox and put it on my crossed legs before opening it up.

"Where is your food?" I asked, they didn't have lunch boxes so...

"I'm pretty sure they didn't pack a lunchbox like you did, we're not in second grade" I heard a feminine voice behind me.

I turned around and saw Bella, a dancer with her hands on her hips. I rolled my eyes but frowned, and looked down at my lunch box, I think it's a great idea...

"Bella this is-"

"I know who they are, Grace" she snapped before turning her eyes to the Four.

"Bella Granato, contemporary dance captain" Bella stuck her perfectly manicured hand out towards the boys.

They looked at her weirdly and did a weird man nod thingy.

Bella awkwardly pulled back her hand and put it on my head, patting me like a dog.

"Now Gracie why are you bothering these guys," she reprimanded me like a two year old "I'm sorry boys"

I bit my lip to refrain from ripping her face off.

Bitch.

"It's alright, sugar" Jay said, winking at her.

She blushed and giggled. God, gag me now!

Luckily, a sweet symphony filled my ears.

Well not really, the bell rang.

Oh no, I didn't get to eat any of my food...

God no!

I quickly grab my sandwich and stuff it in my mouth, coughing a little.

The boys chuckle at me, but I give them a cheeky smile before packing up my things and running to class.

*

"Come on girls, faster, harder!" Coach yells, clapping his hands.

I push myself to run to the ball and get there before Mary, a fellow striker as I dribble the ball and take aim at the bottom right corner.

Booting it off my left foot, I watch as Frankie dive a fraction to early, hitting the ground as my ball goes over her hip and into the goal.

"And she scores! The crowds goes wild!" I chant as I pull my shirt over my head like a true soccer player. Haha don't worry, I'm wearing a sports bra underneath.

I hear Mary grumble something like 'Does she have to do that every time?' And in truth?

Yes, yes I do.

Much like any other athlete, I have a ritual, which means up the shirt goes after every goal.

What? We're all girls... except for coach, but he's like a second dad so...

I pull my shirt back down as Coach blows his whistle and the next two go.

I cheer them on as I get to the back of the line.

Once the next couple go, Coach calls an end to our training session. Our three hour training session.

We sit down on the bench and swap ideas for formations as we wait for our parents to come.

Mom has to go from work to pick up Ryan, so I usually walk.

I hop up from the bench and start walking to the locker room.

I quickly dump my bag in there after changing into a pair of shorts and a sports tank top, figuring it's pretty warm outside.

I start to head off to walk home. I'm not really that bothered because I only live a couple of blocks away from the fields.

I hear my stomach grumble.

Man I could go for a packet of chips now.

Well, after my great training session, I think I deserve them...

But we don't have any at home so I'll need to go out and get some...

That's all good.

And with that plan in my head, I start walking to the convenience store a few blocks from home.

*

"What are you doing?"

I look up from my position on the floor to see the dark blue eyes of Austin Barnes.

"I'm making a very hard life decision"

"You're sitting cross-legged in the chip aisle" He counters.

"Yes," I say, motioning to the shelves "and I have no idea which flavour to get"

He rolls his eyes and grabs two packets of barbeque flavoured chips and tosses one to me.

"Ohh! Good choice!" I compliment him, getting up from the floor and dust off the dirt from my butt.

"So why are you here at seven at night making 'life decisions'?" He asks, using the air ponies at the words life decisions.

"Training finished and I was hungry" I shrugged, skipping along next to him.

A look of recognition crosses his face, "You're in the soccer team at school aren't you?"

I dramatically flip my hair over my shoulder, "Captain, but yes"

"So," I say, looking at him, "what are you doing here at seven at night?"

"I got back from a... friend's house" He says.

"Oh cool"

We get to the counter and I reach into my pocket, but I suddenly remember that my wallet is in my training bag.

Before I can put the chips back, Austin reaches over and grabs my chips, before handing them to the cashier and paying for both.

Aww!

He hands me back the chips.

"Thank you" I smile, pulling open the chips and grabbing a handful before sticking it in my mouth.

The cashier looks at me funny but I know he's just jealous of my eating abilities, so I cheekily smile at him and turn to walk away.

Austin walks next to me as we walk out the store.

"Oh and thanks for saving me today from those Druggos," I say, breaking the silence, "I could have died!"

He nods his head, "I dunno why your dick of a friend even sent you over there"

"He's not that bad"

Austin raises an eyebrow, "He laughs at you and makes you go over to the most dangerous part of school alone and gets mad when someone saves you"

"Yeah," I sigh, "but that's Toni for you"

"Proves my theory" He muses, smirking.

"What theory?" I ask as we turn onto my street.

"That all football players are dickheads"