The Soccer Player (Slow updates, be warned)

Chapter 2

The Soccer Player

Chapter 2

“Who the he** are you? And why are you leaning on my car? Get off!” I shoved mystery man off the hood of my car. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He said innocently as he held up his hands in fake surrender. “I could ask you the same question.”

“I live here.” I snapped. I fumed at the guy. He looked puzzled for a second before figuring it out.

“I do too.” He sang joyfully. I paled.

This guy creeped me out. The winking, stalking, pedophile struck an unfamiliar feeling into my stomach. Creeper.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Who are you?” He retorted back tauntingly.

“I’m a girl who wishes you would get your arse off my car.” I bit back.

“Why should I?” He asked.

“Because I have to go.” I said hastily. I yanked open my door and got in. I jammed my keys into my ignition. I looked up on the hood of my car to see he had stayed on after I pushed him off. He smiled at me innocently and cocked his head to the side. I smiled back.

And put the car in reverse.

I’ll never forget the look of shock on the dude’s face when he toppled over the edge of my car. Hilarious.

After a smooth and luxurious ride to college, I wheeled into the community college parking lot. The rocks crackled under my tires as I pulled to a stop. With a contented smile and a sigh, I opened my door and breathed in the smell of young students, open textbooks, and a trash can lying thirty feet away. The scent of recently mowed grass filed my nose. I broke out coughing.

I mentally cursed myself as I hobbled over to the entrance. Coughing my lungs out, I remembered I was allergic to the smell of recently mowed grass.

Thousands of years ago, they probably didn’t even have the chance of getting ‘recently mowed grass’ syndrome. They were too busy painting crude drawings of dead buffalo. 

A group of junior college students walked by me. Their first thought: Nerd. Their second thought: Why does she look like a grape? I could see them giving me strange looks and whispers to each other. One girl even dared to look at me and openly snicker.

With a roll of my eyes and a sigh that rippled pain up my throat, I continued on my short-lived journey to first period class.

For me, that was European history with professor Kilmer. Normally, we went into “groups” and studied a particular time period. Normally, that time period was twenty years and we had a project due every three weeks. Professor Kilmer usually read 

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court for the fiftieth time. I myself had read the book, and found it quite lovely.

“Welcome class.” Pr. Kilmer greeted with a bored monotone voice. I almost heard a few snorts.

Yeah, we totally felt welcome.

He took the roll and divided us into our pre-decided groups. I was paired with Henry, Paul, Allea, and Rachel. I grumpily moved my body over to where the rest of the group had started without me.

Imbeciles.

“...So that’s why Napoleon Bonaparte attacked Russia!” Rachel almost shouted. I rolled my eyes and prepared for glares.

“Yes.” I said slowly and moved the bottom of my face out as if I was talking to a blonde. Which she was. “Good ‘ol Napoleon invaded Russia because he got tired of all the food in France.” I smiled as they al stared at me confused. 

“That’s exactly why.” I finished off to receive dumb looks from everyone but Allea who rolled her eyes. I winked at her and she smiled back.

“No it’s not.” Paul said defensively. “It’s because the women there weren’t ho enough for us short men.” I snorted.

“Napoleon was married.” 

“To who?”

“A woman dumb butt.” Allea said sarcastically.

“Really?” Henry scratched his chin. “Cause she looked a lot like you, and I thought she was a pig.” 

Allea jumped up and made a move to grab him, but she was in the row below us, and almost fell flat on her face. The rest of my group burst out laughing. I had been in that position before, and it was not fun. 

“Guys grow up.” I scolded. They stopped laughing and looked at me disgustingly. 

“Oh, look who’s talking Shorty McShortShrimp.” Rachel fought back. It was a wonder they got into college at all, much less a community one. 

Allea looked at me with hopeful eyes. The poor girl was probably wondering why I hadn’t befriended her before. Well, I did have an excuse. It was only two weeks into the new year. Dartmouth had taught me alot, and I was going to get my education even if it was lacking. The bell chimed, and everyone made moves to get up. Hmm, class seemed shorter than usual. 

“Even if I’m not tall, at least I can do this.” I declared. Rachel’s latte steamed from where she had set it earlier.

I could just see the wheels in her head turning as I dumped the whole cup all over her shirt. Her white shirt with dark jeans.

I barely had time to see her sputter and send me eye daggers before I dashed away, leaving behind an angry girl, a laughing one, and two flustered boys under the influence of attraction. 

I laughed until I ran into something. 

The boy who was apparently my new neighbor smirked at me from under my chest. 

“We meet again.” He said in a dark foreshadowing voice. 

“Unfortunately.” I tried to jump up. He held me down. 

“What do we have here?” A female voice asked. I had just noticed how many less students were walking around us until I looked into the eyes of a girl who looked just like the boy beneath me. 

I fumed and pointed at the boy. “A perv.” I said.

***

Helloooooooooo

Yeah, I missed the deadline. Sue me.

Song of the chapter: Fireworks by Katy Perry

xoxo

amesco