Nat's POV
I saw her from the corner of my eye, and I couldn't look away. There was something so captivating about her. From the way she walked to the way she plays. Whatever she does, her demeanor just demands people too see her and not look away. It was absolutely captivating. You couldn't keep your eyes off of her. Everything she did was smooth and practiced. I couldn't see a flaw. Anywhere.The way my name slipped form her lips. It made it sound like poetry, or a song. Her laugh, like the summer breeze. Easy and warm. Her eyes were piercing but somehow warm all at the same time. She looks like she's right out of the runway even without makeup on, first thing in the morning. She did what was impossible like she's done it a million times. She's one of those once-in-a-lifetime kind of people. A person I want to keep in my life.
I need her. I need her in my life. Perfection in my sorry life. A little ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, peeking through the clouds.
Christen Ryan.
Christen's POV
I went back into the house the realization hitting me that I went back into the house happier than when I left it.I felt a swell of love came over me that the team did this for me and made me feel this way. I smiled as I walked up the stairs and into the bathroom.
I took a good long shower to get all of the grime and sweat off of me and took out my phone.
I instantly got happier when I saw Nat's name in my contacts.
'Yo.' I texted.
A reply came almost instantly.
Yo what's up?
'Nothing much. Just wanted to see if you had given me the right number.'
Of course.
'Ha. Sorry.'
Naw. Are you home?
'Yup.'
Want to help me?
'Depends on what I'm helping you with.'
Math.
'What kind of math?'
Calculus.
'Be right over.'
Thank the lord you exist Chris.
I smiled at the last text and went into my car. I put the key in the ignition and drove out of the driveway.
Nat had texted me the way to her house and I was pleased to find out that she lived about ten minutes away from me.
I drove silently, sometimes humming to songs that I knew.
I got to her house and parked the car in the street.
Her house wasn't big. It wasn't small either. It was a nice house. Cream colored, two stories, and double doors.
I walked up to the door and knocked. A middle aged woman answered the door.
"Hello." She said, sounding a bit confused.
"Hey Chris!" I heard Nat yell from behind her.
"Hey Nat." I replied. I'm not very good at speaking in front of people I don't know.
"Thank god. I am stuck on this one problem..." Nat started and dragged me to her room. And I helped her the best I could. She caught in fast and was a good listener. It couldn't have gone smoother.
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Teen FictionChristen Ryan. That's me. I'm a soccer crazed girl with big dreams. I knew that soccer would be in my life forever but when I joined the soccer team of my school in L.A, everything changed.