Soccer Princess /DISCONTINUED./

Chapter 11.

After soccer practice, Liam came over and hugged me telling me that he owes me big time, and that without my help he wouldn't of got her number. Which is bullshit, he could of got her number his own, but he just needed a little push, in which I gave him. Literally.

I went to take a shower, and change. I met Ellie, Drake and Kevin at the school gate, and we walked home together. Now we were in my room, writing the song.

I was laying on the floor, with my legs opened (No dirty thoughts here), and so is my arms, so I kinda looked like a starfish.

"What the heck are you doing?" Kevin asked me.

"Pretending to be a pancake." I answered.

"Well, you're doing a pretty good job. All that is missing is just the syrup" Ellie said.

"Guys, we really need to focus on writing the song. I want to get an A+ !!" Drake said.

"Okay, okay. Uhhh does anyone of you boys can sing?" I asked.

"Uuhhhh, I can?" Drake said, although it came out like a question more that an statement.

"I want you to sing." I said.

"Uh, no. I can sing, but I'm not that good!" Drake argued back.

"Come on Drake, please! I really want you to sing. Think of all the advantages! Girls will be swooning all over you; girls like boys who play the drums. You play the drums AND sing. I mean girls will be literally begging you to notice them!" I said.

"Hey! What about me?" Kevin said.

"No worries kiddo. I think boys who beat-bow are extremely hot!" I said.

"Ughhh, fine. I'm just doing this to get an A. Not for the girls." Drake said.

"I never thought I'd see a boy who doesn't like attraction from a girl." I said.

"Well, I'd rather have the attention of the girl I like, than having the attention of the girls I don't." He said.

"Well played. Well played." I said nodding my head. Suddenly some words crossed my mind.

"ELLIE GIVE ME THE NOTEBOOK AND A PEN!" I yelled to Ellie.

"Okay, okay. Here, no need to yell." She said giving me the note book. I opened it on a new page, and started writing the words that came on my mind.

'You could try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay'em
But you won't take the sting out of these words before I say'em
'Cause ain't no way Imma let you stop me from causing mayhem.

When I say Imma do something, I do it.
I don't give a damn what you think,
I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world.

Feed it beans, it's gassed up. if it thinks it's stoppin' me
Imma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
and all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony.'

Wow, I never thought I could write something that good. As I stopped writing, Kevin Snatched the notebook, and started reading what I wrote out loud for the others to hear. As he finished all of then looked at me with eyes as wide as tennis balls.

Was it that bad? I thought it was good.

"That.." Drake started..

"Was..." Ellie said.

"Just..." Kevin said.

"AMAZING!!" All of the three said at the same time.

Pheewww, and I thought it was bad.