Soccer Coach

"Isamar are you ready?" I yelled to my sister who was taking her sweet ass time. I really dont understand why she volunteers to take me to soccer practice if shes going to take forever to get ready. Oh wait! I do! My soccer coach, Niall Horan. Shes been obesessing over him since the season started. I really dont know what she finds so attractive about him. Actually: 'His deep blue eyes.. his tone body.. the way he kicks the ball..' is to be exact, what she found atractive about him.

"Im GOING, just one more minute!"

"Hurry up Isamar! If im late again, Coach is going to make me run a mile!" This is the last time im letting her give me a ride. Last time i was late to practice was her fault too, i had to do 45 squats & 50 situps while she sat in the bench flirting with Niall. Although he was ignoring her which made it kinda funny. She rushes down the stairs adjusting her earing

"Its about time! Augh lets go i dont want to be late!"

"Damn Ashley chill! He'll take it easy on you, just like he did last time" she says, while getting in the car.

"What do you mean? Last time he made me do squats & situps?! How is that taking it easy?" I placed my bag in the seat next to me.

"C'mon Ashley" she paused, giving all her attention to the road as she made a left turn "Atleast it wasn't a fitness mile."

She had a point there, see, a fitness mile is when you run a soccer field 4 times and at every edge you had to stop and do either 25 situps or 10 pushups. It was much more tiring.

"So, Ashley, hows it going between you and Finn?"

"Finn?.. umm... he dumped me.."

"WHAT?! Nah-UH! when did that happen?"

"Like 4 days ago"

"Why didnt you tell me?!"

"Cause you didnt ask" silence grew in the car along with awkwardness. Finn was this brittish lad who i had been dating for almost 2 months. We dated through the summer and then he went back to London putting an end to everything we had.

"...We grew farther apart & decided that we should date other people" I told her, with a tear going down my cheeck. He was special, i felt like i loved him.

"Oh Ashley, I'm sorry Sis. Its his loss."

"Honestly, he's not missing out on anything"

"Ashley dont be hard on yourself! Of course he is! Look at you, your tall, you have a nice body, smart, & not to forget: beautiful"

"Well i dont know who you're talking about, cause that is not me". I dont consider myself beautiful, I'm what you'd consider "simple". They're is nothing worth "wooing" about me.

"Look! Park right there" i point to an empty parking spot.

"No its to far from the field, I'll have to walk and I'm wearing heels" she whined.

"Nobody told you to wear heels. PARK there! Or atleast let me get off while you look for a parking spot!"

"Fine."

As soon as she parked i grabbed my bad and ran towards the field.

"Wait for me!"

I look back to see my sister trying to run but miserably failing. She looked like a penguin walking, swinging from side to side.Its her fault for wearing heels. "Your late" Niall said, not even making eye contact with me.

"I know im sorry, its Isamars fault. She was taking forever to-"

"Its okay" he interupted me "i understand, now put your cleats on & get on the field. Your playing goalie today" he gave me a cheeky smile. I'd be lying if i said i didn't like his cheeky smile. I headed towards the end of the field and got into position, having a cheeky smile myself. I stood there waiting for someone to aim for a goal, but got distracted by Nialls blue eyes and his blonde hair, always going in different directions. I, now, can see what my sister finds so attractive about him. "Wait, no! He's my couch, ughh" I shook my head trying to shake those thoughtd out of my mind as well. I see a ball coming straight at me. I try dodging it but it hits me right in the stomach. Sucking the breath out of me.

"Ashley are you even paying attention? " I hear Niall's accent flutter to my ear.

"Ye..yeah "I say bearly audiable. I had no air stored up inside of me so I just nodded. I hear him curse but I didn't mind. I concentrate back on the game, that is until Niall starts playing. I see him work with his legs to get passed by everyone and in less than a second his body is right in front of me. His aiming for the goal, & i knew he wouldnt miss. He never missed.