Taylor Swift didn't know much about soccer. Never in her life had she really focused on the sport seeing as her father, Scott, was really big on football and golf. She'd attended a few pee-wee games for Blake Lively's children, who don't age older than seven, so her experience with the sport was slim.
However, her best friend Selena loved soccer. As did her other best friend Gigi.
So the three girls found themselves in a sky box at Met-Life Stadium in New Jersey, watching the US Women's National Team play in a World Cup qualifying match against Spain.
Selena had bought these tickets a while ago, not sure who she was going to find to bring besides Gigi but was pleasantly surprised when both Taylor and Blake begged to go. The girls were receiving a lot of attention from both the camera crews and the fans surrounding their sky box, seeing as the four girls had more fame combined than you could ever imagine.
The game was just starting, the game going rather slow for the most part. The United States were clearly the better team, dominating the attacking third. Selena and Gigi made sure to tell Taylor and Blake what the different fouls were that occurred and made sure they knew what was going on.
"Gi aren't you really good friends with one of them?" Blake questioned, leaning back in her chair sipping at her beer. Taylor was still intently watching the game, her chin leaning on her fist.
"Emaline Decatur. She's number eight. Right there." Gigi pointed in the direction of the field, all three girls following her finger.
"I love Emaline dude." Selena added to the conversation, which intrigued Taylor. How had she never heard of this girl before. She seemed rather well known, seeing as both Selena and Gigi knew her. Taylor grabbed her phone off the ledge and opened up Instagram. Going to the search bar she searched up the name.
"She doesn't have social media." Gigi must've been glancing over Taylor's shoulder, making the singer put her phone down. "Here's a picture of her."
The picture on Gigi's phone was one of the two of them. Emaline had her sculpted, tan arm around Gigi's shoulder, towering, yes towering, over Gigi. She had her shirt off, showcasing her god-like abdominals, and a medal around her neck, the actual medal in her mouth as she showcased her straight, pearly white teeth.
"Oh my"
"She's so hot I know." Selena took the words from Taylor's mouth. The singer grabbed the phone from Gigi's hands, zooming in on the girls face. Her eyes were shut as she smiled brightly. She had brunette hair, and some visible freckles across her nose.
Taylor, in all her years of dating, had never seen a person quite like Emaline. The girl was beautiful looking. She was gorgeous, yet attractive. Like fuck me attractive.
"Is she good?" Taylor questioned, not really caring if the girl on Gigi's phone played or not. Her playing time didn't change what her mother and father created; perfection.
"Is she good?! She's fucking phenomenal. She was originally called up two seasons ago, broke her ankle in a friendly, then got re-called back up this season. She's scored like over 10 goals in the past 13 games. Not to mention the hundreds of assists she has under her belt at this point."
"Age?" Taylor wanted to see more pictures, but reluctantly handed the phone back to Gigi.
"She's 26, turning 27 in like a month." The six year age difference didn't seem like a problem to Taylor at all, seeing as the girl looked incredibly mature.
So for the rest of the game, Taylor was hyper fixated on what Emaline was doing. And boy was she doing stuff. The girl was good. She made defenders miss, and she made aggressive tackles on the opposing team.
