Soccer 4 Geeks #2

Chapter 2: All Over Again Only Harder

I wake up to sweet smell of bacon.

I mean who doesn't like bacon?

I run down the stairs to the kitchen where my mom was still fixing up breakfast. I stole a couple pieces of bacon before she turned around, and then ran back upstairs to get ready for the day. I took a shower, and then got dressed into a black tank top that had spaghetti straps, white shorts, and a floral tux jacket. I went into the bathroom to brush my hair out, and to put some light makeup on.

I grab my school and soccer bag, my phone, sunglasses, and wallet, and head back downstairs to finish breakfast. I clean up, and then grab my car keys. I say goodbye to my mom, and head outside to my car. I open the trunk, and put my bags in, then start the car up once I get back to the driver's seat.

I pass the school bus just in time, or else it would take forever to get to school on time. I park into the same spot as yesterday, and start to find Amanda as I don't see her or her car anywhere.

I walking through the school's front doors when I here a small laughing sound. I follow the sound, as I get curious, and it takes me to a locked janitor's closet.

Typical teenagers. Can't they find a better, more secret place to kiss. Ugh.

Since I was apart of the student body last year, I had a key to every room in the school. Luckily, it was the same key, so I didn't have thousands of keys on my key chain.

I went to open the door, and I'd managed to hear a fimilar voice.

Amanda?

I quickly open the door, and open it. I was in total shock. My eyes were probably the size of soccer balls right now, and Amanda knew what my expression was saying and she knew what I was thinking. It wasn't good.

"Amanda!?" I finally said. "Are you serious?"

"Don't tell anyone, please. We were planning on doing it when we were ready," she pleads.

"We-," the guy starts to say, but I cut him off.

"You, mister, stay out of this, and we are going to have a talk later," I stare at him.

"Cat...?" Amanda starts to say, but then my eyes go to her, and she stops talking.

"Out," I say sternly, but not too harsh, and point to the hallway. She does as I say, and I follow behind her.

We go to our lockers, and she stops after she shuts her locker.

"Look, Cat. I was serious back there, I was planning to tell you about me and Nick. Just...just not yet."

"Amanda, you know how Nick is. Just the other day, I saw him flirting with Faith. I don't need you getting hurt, especially by him."

"I won't," she assures me but I just shake my head.

"Fine," I give in, and she smiles. "but if he hurts you, he won't be alive the next day."

She hugged me even though she knew I was 100% serious about hurting him if she did get hurt. I shut my locker, and we both go to our first periods.

My morning classes passed by as usual, even though it was only the second day of school. Lunchtime comes and I'm stuck with Zach alone probably since Amanda is somewhere with Nick kissing, but whatever. I just warned her, the rest is her doing, not mine. Although, I am truely happy for her.

My other classes pass by quickly until it gets to gym. There is only one word that pops into my head when I think of gym: Brandon.

He was again wearing a sleeveless shirt showing his muscles, some sporty shorts, and his sneakers. He walks over to me and waves. I do the same before Mr. Grant yells at us.

"Everyone, listen up. Yesterday, you all were slacking like snails. Now you do as you are told, or you get an "F" in this class for the whole year! Got it?"

Before anything, we all nodded our heads, and hustled to our training stations. 

"Rough much?" I say to Brandon as we are out of ear shot from Mr. Grant.

"Someone got on the wrong side of bed today, huh?"

I give a slight giggle, but then feel myself blush as Brandon stares into my eyes.

"Um, we should, ah, get to work before, you know, Mr. Grant sees us."

"Ah, ya. Right, so, lets head for the track."

"We walk out to the school's track behind the school building, and begin our workout list.

After many moments of silence, Brandon breaks it.

"You're slacking." he points out.

"Ya, well unlike you, I'm saving my energy for a place on varsity," I snap. "Tryouts start today," I say after he doesn't say anything.

"Well you aren't going to get your precious spot on varsity if you don't work hard now. In case you didn't know, Miss. Smarty, Mr. Grant talks to the coaches and tells them everything. So work hard now because it will make it a lot easier for you to make varsity, and a lot easier on Mr. Grant. Got it, sweetheart?"

"Who gave you the right to speak?"

"James Madison."

I look at him like he's stupid even though it was James Madison who wrote the first amendment. I roll my eyes, "Whatever."

"Now start running, slacker."

"Don't call me that!"

"Then stop slacking!"

I give him a push, meaning it, but it seemed more playful then purposely, and we have a race to the finish line to end our workout. I win, obviously, and start breathing heavily.

"Now that's more like it."

I laugh, but then have to quickly catch my breath again.

We walk back to the gym, and wait for Mr. Grant to give us an update on our standings. (Did I mention this workout with partners thing is actually a competition, and whomever wins gets to skip class for a whole week.)

Me and Brandon finally find out that we are in third place, which isn't that bad, but we both know we can do better.

I grab my clothes from the girl's locker room, and head for my locker to grab all my homework and soccer equipment.

Time for try-outs. Wish me luck.

I change into a pair of sport shorts and a pink tank top (that crosses in the back). Under that is a sports bra, and then after changing, I put on my shin guards, socks, and cleats, and hustle out to the fields with my water bottle in hand.

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The whole two hours of try-outs was torture, but I feel I did a pretty good job. I pack up my things, and leave to go home. I did homework, and then went into the kitchen to cook dinner for me and my mom. I took a shower to get all the sweat off my body, and went to bed.

I have a feeling that tomorrow is gonna be a lot worse.

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Author's Note:

Sorry for the long wait everyone. Highschool is only six months away, and picking classes isn't easy, believe me.

It is so hard to start at a new school where you are now the youngest instead the oldest. But who cares about my problems, tell me about what you thought about the book!

Brandon and Cat???

Amanda and Nick!?

Btw the pics up top are: Amanda (top left), Nick (top right), Ben (bottom left), and Brandon (bottom right)

Love,
❤Summer_Angel02❤

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