The Third Year

Chapter 38

Here is the tiny piece of Chapter 38 that I've been able to write. Not sure when I'll continue it, but I didn't want to not give y'all at least a little something. 

Chapter 38

Michael’s POV

I stood outside the locker room waiting for Ivy. I had just finished taking the fastest shower in the history of fastest showers. I leaned against the wall outside the girls locker room and closed my eyes, smiling slightly as I thought of practice earlier.

We had been going through drills when I was passed the ball. Running it down the field, I scored the goal, throwing up my hands and doing my signature victory dance. When Nick had come up, we clapped high five before going to catch up with the team, but not before Nick stopped me.

“Dude, is that Ivy?” he asked me, pointing up in the direction of the bleachers. I turned to where he was pointing, shielding my eyes from the sun. A wide smile broke out on my face as I recognized Ivy’s golden brown hair. I waved up to her, hoping she saw me.

My heart soared when she waved back to me. “Yeah, Nick, it’s Ivy,” I said turning and jogging back up the field with him.

He smiled at me, but not before I heard him mumble under his breath. “Whipped.”

I glared at his back as we ran over to the huddle. As we stood together, I kept glancing up to where I could so faintly see Ivy sitting up on the bleachers.

“Michael!” Coach shouted suddenly.

I jumped as I whipped my head back to face my coach. “Yes, Coach?” I asked worriedly.

I could see Coach’s vein throbbing on his forehead which was never a good sign. I gulped as I realized he had caught me staring off. “Did you hear anything I just said?” he asked in frustration.

I cast my eyes downwards, giving him my answer. “Thought so. Now pay attention!” he said angrily before continuing his pep talk. I heard a few faint chuckles from my team. I glared at them all accusingly as my blood began to boil. I was their captain and yet they were laughing at me? I guess they had some right sense their captain was just daydreaming, but it still felt like some of my authority had dropped.

After what seemed like the longest speech ever, the team broke off and jogged back towards the locker room. I jogged back with the team, scanning the bleachers for Ivy, but she was gone.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked around for her, wondering where she had gone. I began shoving my way through the team so I could get closer to the bleachers. Craning my head, I caught sight of a golden ponytail off to the side.

Smiling, I continued pushing my way through the sea of sweaty soccer players until I emerged on the other side. I smiled as I saw Ivy standing at the base of the bleachers. My eyes scanned over her as my mouth began to water at the sight in front of me. Ivy was wearing all black from her shoes to her t-shirt. I could see a neon pink sports bra strap peeking out from under her shirt sleeve, but what caught my attention was the tight spandex she wore.

I gulped as I pulled my gaze away before she caught me staring. I watched as she had smiled up at me, pulling her ponytail self-consciously. We had then gone off to the locker rooms before agreeing to meet out here to go grab a bite to eat.

Which is how I ended up here, waiting outside the locker room for her.

I pulled out my phone to check the time. Sighing, I banged my head on the wall slightly. Ivy had been in the locker room for a little over twenty minutes. We had agreed on fifteen minutes, but I forgot to add in the time it took for girls to get ready.

I shoved myself off the wall as I began to pace, going over the different plays we had worked on today in my head. Suddenly, I heard the squeal of the locker room door open.

Whipping around, my breath caught in my throat as I saw Ivy walk out, her bags thrown over her shoulder. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, her hair pulled up into a wet bun. I glanced down and smiled as I saw her signature boots sticking out of her jeans.

“Hey, sorry I took so long,” she said, hoisting her bag up on her shoulder. I watched as her cheeks turned slightly pink as she looked up at me.

“No problem. You ready to go?” I asked her. She nodded and we made our way down the hall and up the stairs towards our cars.

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