The Coach's Daughter {C.H.}

First Practice

Harper's POV:

"Do I really have to come to your practice, Dad?" I asked him, fake groaning. I knew the answer was yes, and I was glad of it. The reason I was acting this way was I did;t want my dad to think I was excited to go see the hot, sweaty, masculine boys he will be teaching over the summer.

"Yes, like I said before. Now get out to the car." He says without suspecting anything. I faked a sluggish walk out to the car. When I slid inside I immediately began to fix my high ponytail and started making cute faces in the overhead mirror. The reason I was going to see these young, hot guys, was because my dad was their coach over the summer.

My dad in particular is a famous soccer coach who volunteered this year to coach for a international high school soccer summer camp. Wha he didn't realize (or at least didn't tell me) was that the one camp he was coaching was in Australia. I'm not complaining because I've seen some hot Australians, but it was a surprise. 

So now we're on our way to the first practice of the summer and since I love to play soccer also, he brought me with him so I can improve my skills and be an extra player if needed. That wasn't what I was excited for though. (Wink wink, nudge nudge). I shut the overhead mirror just as my dad opens the drivers side of the door and then we're off.

This summer was going to kill me. I've been through hot summers but this isn't good ol' Michigan which is where I come from, but it's Australia and even here this summer is going to be filled with record-breaking heat. 

When we arrive I step out and fix my hair one last time and look down at my clothes. I chose a black Nike tank top with cyan designs along with my matching shorts. I wore slides and my socks. I brought my cleats and my tennis shoes just in case, but for right now I decided to change when we got to the field.

The stadium we were playing in was huge. I grabbed my bag and headed off. We were met by the sidelines by the soccer coach of the high school we were playing at, along with one of the managers of the camp.

"You must be Mr. Ayers." The manager, Louis Smith, says before they introduce themselves.

"Call me Frank." He says, shaking their hands.

"And who is this?" Mr. Taft, the coach asks, gesturing to me.

"Oh, this is my daughter, Harper. She is joining me for practice. She plays soccer, football," He corrects himself, "and wanted to come and play to get better. Also she is a great assistant."

Both the men shake my hand and tell say that it's nice to meet me. They then lead us over to the guys who's attention was suddenly on us. "Everyone I'd like you to meet Coach Ayers and his daughter Harper. I don't want to waste any more time so I'll hand it over to him."

My dad nods at Mr. Taft and then says, "Alright. Yes, my name is Coach Ayers and I'm excited to coach this group over the summer." Compared to Mr. Taft's Australian accent, my dad's voice seemed plain. That's probably how mine will sound if I speak. I shake the thought out of my head and listen to my dad continue.  "I've heard great things about this team and know that there's potential for greatness. My daughter Harper will be assisting you guys in warmups and will play as an extra if needed." My cheeks burn at the eyes looking at me and I can tell my face is bright pink. "So let's stop talking and play some football!" The guys all cheer and start to kick the balls at the net to warm up a bit.

Calum's POV:

"So let's stop talking and play some football!" Coach Ayers says and we all cheer. We head over to the net to shoot some more before we are instructed further.

"I wonder how good of a player she is?" A boy named Noah asks before kicking a ball at the goal.

"She has to be amazing with those long legs!" Lachlan, another player, comments.