Unexpected

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The following Friday after Beckham challenged me to a soccer game, I walk out on the field feeling pretty confident in my soccer abilities. I've played soccer since I was 5 and I have some pretty great leverage. Beckham is already on the field with a look on his face that I can't quite describe. I walk over to him and say, "Are you ready to be beaten by a girl half your size?"

He fake laughs and says, "The fact that you think you can beat me proves how stupid you really are."

"From what I've seen, you have better improved or I'm in for an easy game," I say.

"Let's just start," he says.

We walk to the middle of the field and he places the ball in between us. I pull my hair back and notice that almost every single player from Beckhams team has gathered. I laugh and get ready to kick some serious ass. As soon as one of his friends blows the whistle I steal the ball away and head towards Beckhams goal. We both have goalies from his team and I notice that his looks pretty terrifying. I can feel Beckham behind me so I start to run faster. Beckham comes in front of me with his legs wide open. I laugh to myself and think, rookie mistake. I kick the ball through is legs and sprint around him to grab the ball again. I take a shot at the goal and score my first point.

****************************

There are three minutes left in the game and the score is 3-3. I'm covered in sweat and blood, most of it mine. Beckham currently has the ball. I sprint towards him and slide tackle. It wasn't the best strategy, but it got the ball away from him. I quickly stand up and sprint towards the ball. I get the ball and sprint towards the goal and take a shot from a little past midfield. These shots are my specialty and I make it into the goal with 3 seconds remaining.

I cheer loudly and hear Beckham collapse and I look over to his friends and all of their mouths are wide open. I walk over to Beckham and he looks up and asks, "How?"

"Hi, I'm Kensington Everett pleasure to meet you," I say.

"Wait, Everett as in Drake Everett, the world famous soccer player?" He asks dumbfounded.

"That's my Dad," I reply.

He sits there, mouth wide open for a few seconds before saying, "You're being serious right?"

"Of course, why would I lie?" I say.

"He lives in France though, with his five sons and one daughter," he says finally connecting the dots. "Wait, don't two of your brothers play soccer too, don't they?"

"Three actually, AJ, Easton, and William," I reply.

"Why not the other two?" He asks.

"I don't know, I guess they just don't want to," I reply, trying to keep it simple.

"Why do you go here?" He asks.

"That is a complicated answer," I say.

"Uncomplicate it," he says.

"Eventually," I say.

"Fine, why don't you play?" He asks.

"You ask a lot of questions," I say trying to divert away from this topic.

"I'm curious at why a world famous soccer players daughter, whose incredibly good, doesn't play soccer," he says

"I don't know," I say, my voice shaking.

"That's not an answer," he says.

"That is my answer," I say.

"Tell me," he demands.

"I JUST DON'T!" I say while trying to get away. He grabs my arm and spins me around.

"Just tell me," he says softly.

"Why would I tell a jerk like you? Just leave me alone Beckham," I say while yanking my arm out of his grip. I sprint through the crowd of soccer players, so none of them see the tears streaming down my face.

*******************************************************************************************************************************

I just finished taking a shower and now I was deciding on what to do with my hair. When I'm about to just leave it down and put on sweatpants and crash for the night. I hear Katrina come in. She knocks on my door and asks "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I reply

"What happened with Beckham?" She asks.

"Nothing, I just got tired of him asking questions," I reply.

"If you say so. We are going to a party tonight. Wear something nice." She says while walking out the door.

I walk over to my closet and pull out a purple knee length dress that's tight all the way down with a black lace design on the back. I do my makeup and put on some nude lipstick. I decide to leave my hair because it looks fine as it is. I grab a black clutch and throw my phone and lipstick inside. I grab some nude pumps and walk out and see Katrina and she looks stunning. She is wearing a white dress with white and gold crystals covering it in a kind of tribal pattern, the back of the dress is completely open. She is wearing gold sandals and her hair is pulled to one side and curled with the whole back side braided. "What is wrong with your hair?" She ask with a look of disgust on her face.

"What? I though it looked fine," I say.

"Honey, this is the back to school party. Biggest party of the year, until Christmas Dance. You have to look perfect," she says like it is the easiest thing in the world to understand.

"Well what do you think I should do?" I ask.

"I'll do it." She says. Then she sets to work. The only thing I can tell is that she is braiding. It takes her about a half hour and then she tells me to go look.

I walk over to a mirror and gasp. I see that she has French braided a piece of hair across my head and that leads to a side bun which is a complex set of braids made to look like a blossoming flower. I walk out of the room and say, "I love it, it is so pretty."

"Good, let's go," she says.