𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... a fifteen year old girl falls head over heels for a blast from the past.
𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐃, hopelessly in love with a man who never bat an eye in her direction.
Or so... she thought?
...
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I threw my gym bag over my shoulder, walking off the field.
"Kaulitz, can I speak to you?" The coach motioned me over.
The fuck did I do?
My cleats dragged against the turf, practically limping over to him from how tired I'd been. This schedule I have going on, it's definitely not in my favor.
"Have you taken more consideration about joining varsity?"
Not this again.
"It's a great opportunity, but I can't put in the hours. I have work right after this and varsity means more games and lesser days off. I can't afford to lose my job either." I sucked in a breath, he sighed.
"You don't think you'll go professional after you graduate?"
Not exactly.
"Nah, it's only a hobby, it's not my life. I'm planning on doing something that has to do with cars." I knew salesmen didn't really sound impressive, but if I owned a dealership? Yeah.
That would be fucking awesome.
"Alright, well let me know if you change your mind, the spot is always open." He clapped on my shoulder.
I love soccer, but it's not a permanent thing, it keeps me busy. I always have to stay on my feet or else i'd be bored all of the time.
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I leaned back in the desk chair, scrolling on my phone as numerous people came in without saying a word to me.
Most of them had memberships, there was no words that had to be exchanged.
I still lifted my head up each time the bells jingled, I didn't want to seem completely distracted... but I was doing a little internet stalking and I couldn't be bothered.
What happened to people putting their actual names in their instagram handle?
I mean mine at least has my last name. But clearly other people couldn't be bothered, it really is not that hard.
I swayed in my spot, searching up the thousandth variant of the name 'Ramona' by now. I wasn't usually a stalkerish person.
I just wanted to know what the fuck she was up to nowadays.
Okay, Bill follows Cali, Cali probably follows her, that's the easiest way to go.
