The Soccer Girl

The Games

Hope's POV

It was about 6 AM when my alarm went off. Or in other words, my phone. I groan and roll off my bed, slowly dragging myself to my closet. First day of school. Yay life. I look at the outfit Chloë laid out for me, the short black skort and white, lacy, shirt. I groan, regretting my best friend choosing my outfit. But I still pull myself into the outfit, forcing a brush through my tangled mess of hair. I push my hair into a high ponytail and walk to the bathroom. I look at my reflection, dark brown hair flowing across my shoulders, the outfit squeezing me. Sometimes I wondered how Chloë lasted the entire year in these outfits, I could barley last a day. I sigh and grab my backpack, but most importantly, my sports gear. I had to beat all of the boys this year, I was always on their team.

"Mom I'm leaving now!" I call up to my mom.

"Bye Hope! Be careful and good luck!"

"Love you!" Then I run down to my bus stop. I'm shocked to see who stands there. "Alec!" He turns, his brown hair tossed in that way guys have it. His blue eyes stare at me, my body. I suddenly feel very subconscious about my appearance, he's never seen me like this.

"Well if it isn't Hope Murphy. What a surprise." I roll my eyes.

"You live here now? Joy." He smirks.

"Yep. I'm at 24. You?" I narrow my eyes.

"25." Great I was neighbors with my friends enemy. Yippee... Note my sarcasm. He puts on a mask of fake joy.

"OMG We're neighbors! We can go over each others houses and gossip and watch hours of PLL together! We're gonna be besties!" I glare at him.

"I hate you."

"Aw, Smurf I'm hurt."

"Don't you dare call me Smurf again."

"Whatever you say Smurfy." I take a deep breath. This would be a long senior year with the famous Alec Morgan. And yes, he was the actual son of freaking Alex Morgan, the famous soccer player for the US Women's Soccer team. And I was neighbors with her. Oh my god. The bus gets to our stop and I quickly run to get on first. I steal the seat in the way back, right corner. I had been waiting to sit there forever. Alec sits across from me, next to West, another soccer player. Chloë gets on to the bus three stops later, looking like a goddess. Her long blonde hair is loosely curled, hanging low on her back. She wears a cute, short magenta skirt with a black crop top, and a pair of huge black wedges. She looks amazing, like always. I notice West looking up at her, shocking me since I would of thought Alec would be looking. Chloë sits next to me, closest to Alec.

"Omg Hope! You look so cute! Why don't you wear this all the time you look so good." I laugh.

"But you look better." Chloë smiles.

"Aw thanks fam." We then continue talking about new shows we were obsessed with, old shows we'd already watched, and of course, sports. Even though Chloë was a total girly girl, she was a boss at track and cheerleading. But mostly track. She was almost as good as me, underline almost. Pretty much all of my friends loved sports, but not as much as I did. After talking some more, Chloë finally get's to the Chloë like topic. Guys. "So hows your love life?" Typical Chloë.

"Still don't have one. Same as a year ago." I hadn't had a boyfriend since, well. One of my best friends, Tyler, had asked me out about 2 years ago. It lasted that long, until we realized it wouldn't work out. We're not so close anymore, but that was when I grew even closer than I was with Chloë.

"Oh. Well I hear that Chase was going to ask you out! Like, the Chase you wouldn't stop talking about over the summer and a week after you and Tyler broke up." From the corner of my eye I see Alec stiffen. Odd.

"Really! Omg! Who said!?"

"Bella Peters, the super popular girl. I overheard her talking to him at the Shoppes." Of course it was Shoppes. That was where Chloë was half the summer.

"Do you think he'll actually do it?"

"Why wouldn't he? You're gorgeous and on the cross country team soon! Omg you two would be goals!" I laugh at her fangirlish behavior.

"Well what's going on with you? Any special guys?" She shakes her head.

"No way. I'm too busy playing school's matchmaker, remember?" Ah yes. Chloë herself knew a lot of secrets, guy and girl wise. She prided herself on being the schools matchmaker. There's Chloë. I hear Alec laugh. I look over to him.

"What's so funny."

"Nothing. I just think it's weird that you've only had one boyfriend and have been single for a year. And your best friend is a matchmaker. Doesn't make sense, you know?" I shrug. I guess it was kind of confusing, I just never had thought about it.

"Whatever Alec." We arrive at school after 30 minutes of talking. Two of my other best friends, Krystal and Wynter, stand outside the school. They practically look identical. Scatlet red hair, green eyes, pale skin, freckles, and both 5'6". Exactly. But they weren't related in any way shape or form.

"OMG GUYS YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!" Winter squeals as she hugs us tightly. I laugh, then hug Krystal.

"Guys I missed you! How was London?" Krystal rolled her eyes.

"Boring and overrated. The best part was their accents." I roll my eyes. We chat for some more, then I push open the doors of Emerald Cove High School, right in the heart of San Dimas, California. Yay life.

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Hey guys this is Sierra. So I'm new to this app and I honestly don't even write that much, my friend helps me out since she's actually good at this. I may not update very quick, but I'll try to as much as possible. I hope you enjoyed the start of this book and the rest of it to come!

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