The Girl in Cleats

⚽️Chapter 11⚽️

Knock-Knock

I pause my Netflix show and listen. 

Did I hear somebody knock?

Knock-Knock

Why yes, yes I did. 

I slowly get up not wanting to leave my warm comfortable bed. I'm in a hoodie and sweatpants as I head downstairs.

As I open the door, a boy with long blonde hair stands there with a hoodie covering his face. I stutter, "Uh, who are you?".

He pushes me inside and hisses, "Get inside." Fear grips my heart as he closes the door. Does he want to kidnap me? Or maybe worse, steal my stuffed animals?! I will not let him do that. I'm interrupted in my thoughts as he takes off the hoodie.

"Asher? What the heck are you doing? You scared me half to death!" I say, putting a hand to my heart. 

Ok, maybe I did exaggerate, but I was pretty scared man.

Suddenly police cars zoom by my house, their sirens going off. He cringes. 

What has this boy done?

"Asher, please tell me those sirens weren't going off for you." He looks up at me, his mesmerizing grey eyes guilty.

"Asher! What did you do? Are you gonna speak or just stand there like a child being caught stealing a cookie?" I yell.

He slowly says, "Yes, those sirens were for me. But...I can't tell you why." He looks down at his feet.

"And why can't you tell me?" I say, tapping my foot impatiently.

"Because, you wouldn't like me anymore." He says, wincing. He sounds like a kindergartener.

I roll my eyes. "Well since you can't tell me, I might as well call the police right now." I reach for the phone knowing I wouldn't call the police on him even if he had murdered someone. 

Wait, what if he did? What if he murders me too? 

Wow, I think I have some kind of disease that makes me overthink things.

I shake my thoughts and see him staring at the ground. I set the phone down and sigh, "I have to go to soccer practice. If you decide to tell me, I'll be there."

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"Kiera! Pressure! Pressure that boy!" My dad yells to me from the sidelines.

I wipe my forehead with the hem of my shirt and stand on the balls of my feet. Right now I'm facing a blonde curly-haired boy named Justin. He'd actually be pretty cute if he wasn't so annoying. 

Alright, kid. You can play offensive and I'll play defensive and you'll never get past me.

Justin looks me up and down, probably sizing me up. 

Oh he did NOT just do that. 

We've done this before, him underestimating me, and I, showing him who's boss.

I see that he's currently not focused on the soccer ball, so I change my plan and kick the ball between his legs and run.

I figured it would take him a while to realize that I, a girl, just nutmegged him. I take this chance and dodge a few people. "What?!" I hear a girlish scream behind me. That'd be Justin, and he's just realized what I did.

I smile to myself as I fake someone out and shoot. Yes! Four goals now.

"That was beautiful, Kiera!" Cam comes running up to me, embracing me in a hug. I raise my eyebrow at him. "You do realize I'm not on your team, right?" I'm still kind of mad at him for not standing up for me. We were doing a scrimmage and I was one of the captains. Let's just say he was a bit surprised when I didn't pick him to be on my team.

"Yea, but can't I congratulate a girl on getting an awesome goal?" He says squinting because of the sun. 

This seems fishy. . .

I throw my hands up in mock surrender and turn around. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" He asks, a worried expression on his face.

I shake my head and mumble, "You don't even know."

"What don't I know?" Crap I forgot he's a good listener. I shake my head again and walk away just as I'm hit with a very hard soccer ball.

I feel myself fall down, but then all goes black. I make out a few muffled voices, but then there's nothing but darkness.

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Sharp pain is throbbing in my head and. . .my face? I open my eyes to see people surrounding me. I blink twice and prop myself up on my elbows.

"What happened?" I say.

"You got hit by a soccer ball, then your dad slapped your face a few times to get you to wake up." Cam says.

"I told you not to tell her that part!" My dad hisses.

I roll my eyes and get up. I'm greeted with more head throbbing so I sit down as soon as I get to the bench. Justin hands me a water bottle and I raise my eyebrow at him. He could've poisoned it for Pete's sake.

"It's perfectly fine water." He says almost as if reading my thoughts. I mumble a "thank you" and drink the ice cold water.

I turn my head and see Asher standing there, leaning against the goal post his arms crossed. He's looking at the sun, his hair almost looking like its glowing. 

I remember the scenario at my house and walk over to him. In the corner of my eye I see Cameron glare at Asher.

 What's his problem? 

As I turn my attention back to Asher I see him keeping eye contact with Cameron.

I reach Asher and cross my arms waiting for an explanation of earlier. He looks at me and smiles. 

Awww, his smile is so cu- Wait! Stop it, Kiera. You're on a mission.

"So did you come here to tell me about what happened?" I ask.

He looks me in the eye and it's hard to look away, it's just those eyes. I raise my eyebrow, making it look like I wasn't just hypnotized by those eyes.

He nods and says "Yea, let's go to the park. We might be gone a while, make sure you tell your dad."

I text my dad saying I'll be at the park with Asher. 
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Chapter 11! I felt bad about not giving you a real update earlier so here you go. 🤓

How did I do on that chapter? Am I going too fast? Remember to comment what you think and if you have any questions! Also, still looking for a new title. This one is just so not-unique y'know?

Ily!❤️

-KD Montague❤️