The Book of Random

[48] A British boy stalked me lmfao

So, I'm dying rn.

My brother's doing this soccer camp this summer, and he kept telling me how everything he's been given has the British flag on it and stuff. I kind of expected it, since it's literally called British Soccer Camp, but whatever.

What I wasn't expecting was for a bunch of coaches that were actually from the place. They're literally all British, except one that's from Brazil.

I don't know why, I just thought that it was called British Soccer Camp because soccer's pretty popular in the UK. Idk. I'm kind of a blonde.

So we go there to pick him up, because my dad had a dentist appointment and he couldn't stay with him. This thing is from 9-12.

We got there around 11, because I actually had a cardiologist appointment, which made me feel so violated and awkward omf. It was so weird, but that's a whole other story.

I brought my youngest brother to the playground with my sister while my mom watched my other brother play soccer. We get back to the pavilion around 11:50, and they're just finishing up.

So they all jog over, and I can hear all of the coaches talking and I'm just casually dying inside. You don't understand how much I love the British accent. It literally kills me.

I was sitting at a picnic table across from a bunch of stuff that I assumed to be the coach's, so I got up and moved to the other side to stand by my mother.

As I'm going, this one coach was looking at me. I brushed it off, figuring I was probably just standing in his way or he was staring at the person behind me, etc.

He sits down next to my mom, (or as he'd say it, my mum *fangirls*) gathering all of the stuff that I had just moved away from. I'm standing on the other side of my mother.

I was trying to concentrate on what my mom was saying, but I was trying to be James Bond or something and nonchalantly glance up to see if he was looking at me and he always was.

I'm trying so hard to play it cool, but he kept looking at me and we kept awkwardly making eye contact. Then my sister, always the smartest of the family, tells my mom that the one British guy was staring at me. The poor guy probably heard her too.

I just looked at her, like what the hell is wrong with you, and my mom, who knows my sister loves the accents, is just like, No, I think he was staring at you.

I went along with it, trying to joke it off, while the British boy was blushing and turning away.

He was probably around 19, which made me feel really confused, because I'm not even out of high school yet. Like, I'm not even cute, so wtf. I bet he just thought I was weird. He was probably just thinking Damn, these American chicks are hella awkward.

Anyway, that was this morning. My sister and I are going back tomorrow, and I'm going to figure this out, because seriously, I'm really confused. Did he like what he saw? Like damn, am I actually sexy?

HAHAHAHAHA YEAH TF RIGHT