Monday, Week 2
"Shawn, is it possible to do tutoring only on Thursdays, cause our coach wants to have two practices a week for finals?" I ask him.
"Uh ya. So no tutoring today?"
"Ya, not today."
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Once the bell rings after music, I go to our locker room to get changed for soccer practice. I put on some VS PINK black grey and white leggings, with a red PINK sports bra, I braid my hair into a french braid, and then I go outside and put on my black and red cleats.
"Give me 3 laps of the field, then we'll go over our plays, and for most of the practice we'll be scrimmaging so we know what to do in a game situation. Let's go!" Coach says.
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Practice was really fun today. We were working hard, but we all laughed and had fun, and so did our coach.
Tuesday, Week 2
"As you hopefully all know, your December exams start in a week. For the rest of the week, you will have free time to study for the exams. Use your time wisely," Mrs. Filk says.
For the entire period people were "studying" for their exams. A bunch of girls in my class and I are just talking and laughing, and our teacher doesn't even give a shit.
Then Shawn walks over and drags me away from the group.
"Can we go out today after school? Not a date... yet. But just to hang? I wanna spend time with you," he says.
"Uh, I have practice today. But if you want we can go out after."
"Ok, I'll come watch your practice. See you in short shorts and a sports bra. Damn!" Shawn whispers in my ear.
"Just to piss you off I'll wear baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt."
"You better not, cause then I'm gonna have to punish you."
He smirks, gives my ass a slap, and then he walks back to his group of friends.
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I'm in my locker rooms, and the girls on my team are talking about me and Shawn.
"Is it true that he's coming to watch you play during practice?" one of the girls asks.
"Ya and I heard that he's taking you out after. Is it true?" asks another one.
"Girls, practice starts in five minutes. Hurry up and get ready," I tell them to avoid answering there questions.
They all laugh.
I'm wearing white Nike short shorts, a PINK pink sports bra with black mesh in the middle, my cleats, and my hair is in a messy ponytail.
"Damn look at how she got dressed. Shawn must be coming. Something is obviously going on with you too," Jessica says.
I just roll my eyes, while all the other girls ooh.
We all walk out on the field, and the entire boys soccer team, which includes Shawn, are sitting on the stands. When they see our team come out, they all wolf whistle.
"This is gonna be an interesting practice," I say.
"Ok girls, we've got an audience today. Now I was your age once, so I know how this works. We'll be scrimmaging must of the practice... against the boys' team. So now I understand that they'll be boys and all that shit, but I want you girls to focus. You can goof off with them and all, but concentrate on your playing too. Ok?" coach asks.
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