Always

Chapter 9

The whole team was running from one side of the field to the other back and forth.

"Come on!", I shouted. I stopped in front of Josh.

"You're cheating", I declared. "Everyone restart. 50 laps."

The whole team groaned. We had been at this for almost 4 hours, and honestly, they weren't half as bad. Most of them had outstanding cardio, they were good athletes individually, but as a team they sucked.

I knew this from last year. They somehow push each other into failing. On the field, no ones passes the ball and everyone complains. There is absolutely no team spirit, they needed to bond if they wanted to win this.

"The last one standing is skipping suicides tomorrow'', I declared.

"That's not enough", Josh said in between breathes.

Dude. "What do you want?"

"A run off", Olly exclaimed.

"As in beating your asses? My pleasure." I chuckled.

That will keep them going.

They all grinned. I separated my hair in two and braided it. "Come on! Move your fat asses! Faster!"

Half of the team gave up after 25 minutes. They were lying on the benches out of breath. Olly, Josh, Jackson, Alex and Jared were the only ones left.

I walked to the middle of the field with a soccer ball at my feet. I stood in front of Olly as he was running towards me. I wanted to see if even after being pushed to his limits he could still manage a soccer ball.

He was about two feet in front of me, his hands were on his hips from exhaustion, his hair was drenched. He took the liberty to take his shirt off, like most of the guys.

Apparently, I'm teaching models how to walk in a runway show now.

I kicked the ball in his direction. He was looking straight at me, there's no way he could've missed it. Or else he was busy looking at my beauty.

Kidding. Anyways, he tripped and fell. ''Olly, bench'', I shouted as the others running looked over. I pointed towards them. ''You're all up, don't worry.''

I took the ball from Olly and helped him up. I'm mean on the field, but I'm not that evil. Though, if I'm soft they'll never learn.

''On that field, your only priority is that ball. Nothing else matters. If you're not up to it, if you don't have the cardio or the strength, you're out.'' I walked towards the benches.

Most of them were still laying on the grass. I grabbed the ball with my two hands and threw it on one of the players' head. I think his name was Kris. ''What is that?'', I scowled. ''Up! Everyone.''

I sighed. ''If you show that you're tired and that you're defeated to the other team, you're giving them hope.''

Kris opened his mouth to speak, probably to complain.

''Shht-'', I interrupted him. ''I don't care that we aren't in a match right now. We will be, so you better get use to it.'' I looked around, everyone was looking at me with scared eyes. ''All of you!'', I snapped as they all stood up.

I walked back to the field where only Alex and Jackson were left. I had to say they had pretty good stamina after 45 minutes. Though, Alex is the right midfielder, and Jackson the left, so I'd be mad if they didn't.

They were jogging by now, and slowing down. Alex tripped over his own feet. "Damn it!"

Jackson fell to the ground not long after, turned on his back and held his hands to his eyes. His breathing was heavy.