Stanford Girl

Girls Love It

Not that anyone cares but I can not handle college. It's been the biggest mistake of my entire life and I'm honestly about to drop out tomorrow. I've been working my ass off on every single fucking assignment and staying up past 4am. ALL my fucking teachers have given me 40% on EVERY FUCKING ASSIGNMENT!! I don't fucking get it. This is a fucking joke. I don't care if I'm a disappointment to my family. I'm not going anywhere in life with this joke of an education. 

Enjoy the story.

Your POV:

After we go food we drove around and found a place to sit and talk.

"So tell me bout yourself L/N." Kelley said.

"Like what?"

"Where you're from. Why you went to Santa Clara. Stuff like that. Who is Y/N L/N?" She walked backwards and watched me.

I nodded. "Alright but you gotta tell me about you too."

"Of course." She said.

"I'm from (Your place of birth/ or place you like)."

"Why Santa Clara?" She asked.

"I had a lot of offers." I said "Stanford being one of them. My whole family had input in every school I got an offer from, except Santa Clara. So went with the school my family didn't push me towards, and I was happy with my choice."

"Good story." She nodded. "What are you like off the field?"

"I'm with my friends. If theres a party we're there, or if not I'm in my apartment trying to keep my grades up."

She smiled. "You're like my parents dream kid."

"Tell me about you? Who is Kelley O'Hara." I laughed.

"Kelley O'Hara is a troubled "cocky" girl from Georgia. She's got a younger brother, Jerry and an older sister, Erin. She loves them both very much." She said. "Loves her parents too, but feels like she's disappointing them."

"Why?"

"Troubled." She said. "High school. People always put me down. That I'd never be good enough to be a pro soccer player. So I worked my ass off. Got a scholarship, US youth teams, and now here I am. About to be drafted and fighting for a world cup roster spot."

I smiled. "Can I ask another question?"

"Shoot."

"Why are you such a." I paused to find the right word. 

"Asshole?" She filled in. 

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I feel like everyone sees me and just thinks I'm this sweet innocent little girl. They don't take me seriously and that pisses me off. Plus girls love a badass." She winked. 

"Are you hitting on me O'Hara?"

"If I was could I take you out on a 2nd date?"

"There's gonna be a 2nd date?"

"I hope so." She said. 

I nodded. "Sounds good to me." 

She smiled. "Good."