My Boyfriend, the Rockstar

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Avery's POV

I opened my eyes and there was a blinding light in front of me. There was silence all around me. I held my hand up to block the light, but it kept shining right in my eyes. I tried to close them but nothing worked. I looked down to the ground and beneath my feet was a black floor. There were other shoes next to me though.

I looked to my right and saw Mason from LMNO. He was looking straight ahead. It was like he didn't even know I was standing beside him.

I backed up a bit. This was all so freaky. I bumped into someone on my other side. I turned and saw Onix. He too didn't notice me.

I wanted to get out of there. I turned to run out of wherever I was, but hit someone behind me. I fell to the floor and rubbed my head as the light continued to shine in my eyes. I looked up and Noah towered above me. He wasn't looking at me though. He was looking in the same direction as the other guys.

A spot light shone on the other side of the stage. Liam ran out and was waving his arms in the air. I got off the ground and tried to stop him. I stood in front of him and asked, "What is going on?"

He didn't notice I was there. It was like I was completely invisible. I ran away from them and ran right toward a crowd of cheering fans. I tried to stop myself before I fell off the stage, but it was too late. I fell into the crowd and instead of hands rising to catch me, the crowd parted and I fell to the ground.

The crowd covered me and they were all yelling and cheering at me. They got closer and closer to my face and I tried to scream, but there was nothing from my voice.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

I sat up in my bed, my heart thumping out of my chest. I was covered in sweat and it sent a chill down my spine. My head was pounding. It was just a nightmare, I told myself.

I pulled the blankets off of myself and got out of bed. Today was the big day. I went to my bathroom and splashed water on my face to wake myself up. It was soccer try outs. I had to be ready. I needed to be on top of my game.

I took my hair out of the two braids and pulled it into a high ponytail. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I went back to my bedroom and turned on my country Pandora station. I looked through my closet for my white Nike shirt and pulled it on with some black shorts to match my black and white cleats.

I put everything I needed into my bag and brought it downstairs with me. I put a bagel in the toaster quickly and pushed the lever down. I poured myself a glass of milk and took a seat. I didn't have much time until I needed to be on the road to get to the university to meet up with the team.

There was no sound throughout the house. I lived with my parents yes, but I was at an age where they just let me do what I wanted. I was a freshman in college after all. I lived so close to the campus that I just lived at home though. Don't let that fool you though. My parents still made me do everything for myself. They wanted me to be ready for the real world, which I guess I was grateful for. At least I wouldn't be completely clueless about how the world works. 

My bagel popped up and I snagged it from the hot machine. I spread some strawberry jam on it and then headed out to my car. The clock on the consul read 6:45. I had five minutes to get there.

I put my car into drive and drove down the road. It wasn't a long car ride. Eight minutes without speeding. Since I had five, I had to speed. 

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When I got to the field, the team was sitting around waiting for the coach to get there. Luckily I had gotten there before him. I put my equipment on and was done in a matter of seconds. Unlike other girls on the team, I didn't really talk much. I was a very reserved person. I had a small group of people I felt comfortable around and besides them I struggled with everyday conversation.

The coach strolled up and told us all the warm up. One of the returning juniors, who was now a senior, led our warm up. We stretched then did a few small bursting sprints to get our blood pumping.

After that we did a passing drills to get us ready to scrimmage later on. I felt very slow. My legs felt heavy and it seemed like I was out of breath. My passes were all off. They were too far from the recipient. They were too hard or too slow. My first touch was either in the air or too far away from me. I needed to focus.

We started our scrimmage. The returning starting players were all on one team and the freshman along with any transfers were on another team. I knew that I was of the better group of incoming freshman, but I was playing like it was my first time touching a soccer ball.

I was tripping over the ball and it was getting stuck beneath my feet. I wasn't able to keep control. When the ball was passed to me I would try to get control of it but my first touch would send it away from me. I would try to get it back, but by that time there was a defender already taking it away from me.

There was one moment when I ended up with the ball at my feet and I was right in front of the goal. It was just me and the goalie. No one else in sight. I had to take a shot and redeem myself. I took a touch getting ready for my shot, and cracked one at the goal. I was aiming for the bottom left corner, but ended up kicking it straight to the goalie, which was the worst thing you could possibly do.

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The coach blew the whistle as the first day of try outs ended. I was exhausted even though I played horribly. It was tiring verbally beating yourself up for two hours. I took my shin guards and cleats off and threw them into my bag.

"Avery," the coach said as he walked up next to me. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked.

Great, I thought. I nodded and stood up. We walked to the side, away from the rest of the team.

"What was going on today?" he asked. "It seemed like nothing was going for you," he said.

That was putting it nicely. I sucked. "I don't know. I was trying to make something, anything, happen, but I just couldn't seem to get my head in the right spot today."

"Well, you'd better because if you come to try outs playing like that tomorrow, there might not be a spot for you on the team," he said. He gave me a half smile showing sympathy then walked back to the rest of the team.

I sighed and picked up my bag. This day could not get any worse.

I walked back to my car and threw my bag into the passenger seat. I was so disappointed in myself. I let my head fall against the steering wheel. I was screwing up everything I worked so hard for. My whole world would come crumbling down if I didn't make this team. I would have to start all over and figure out a new plan if I didn't make this team.

I drove back to my house went straight up to my room. I needed a nap. I plugged my phone in and set it on my nightstand. It was so nice to lay in bed. I let my face smoosh into my pillow. I closed my eyes and just tried to relax. It was so quiet.

Everything around me was finally so quiet. I could feel my body drifting further into my bed. It was like I was floating on a cloud. I was almost into a deep sleep when my phone buzzed on the table and woke me up.

Harmony: We are going to the boardwalk again tonight. I'll be over at 3.

"Ugh," I groaned. "Why can't I just relax?"