Stanford Girl

Colombia

I forgot one of my fav non-USWNT players! Steph Catley! How could I forget her?!

I just wrote the 99th chapter for this! I've never written this much for one book before this is awesome!!!!!! 

Your POV:

I had the ball. I sent it into the box and Press easily shot it over the keeper and into the goal.

1-0. She hugged Mal and high fived Carli and threw her arms around me.

Aw she's being civil.

Adorable.

Kelley's POV:

"Is Christen trying to choke her?" Heather asked.

"No I think they're hugging." Whitney said.

"Are they friends?" Allie asked.

"I don't know. Yesterday, Press was ripping her a new one and now she's hugging her. I don't get those two." Kriegs said.

"Hey guys." They all looked at Hope. "Shut up."

I laughed. "Oh Hope. That's what I love about you."

"Fuck off O'Hara."

"Yes ma'am."

Your POV:

"The hell was that?" Kling said. "She hugged you like she did when you two were dating. She wanted to kill you yesterday."

"Kling. I'm just as confused as you are, but we're 1-0 up and in the middle of the game. BALL!"

She brought it down and passed it.

Halftime was nearing. We got a free kick that Tobin stood over. We all stood, waiting for her to send in the ball.

It flew into the box and JJ ran towards it. She got a touch on it, and we watched it sail towards the back of the net.

"Queen of set pieces!" I jumped on her.

"Hell yeah J!" Kling ran over. "Hell yeah!" Tobin ran over and joined the celebration. "What a ball Tobs."

Halftime came and we headed off to the locker rooms. "Nice assist." Christen said running up to me.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Be all nice to be after the way you've been treating me." I looked at her. "Captain." I walked away.

"I'm sorry ok! I just. I miss you." I stopped and turned to face her.

"You miss me? You're treating me like shit because you miss me? Press you dumped me! You're treating me like the bad guy. Like YOU'RE the victim here!" I shook my head. "No disrespect captain. But you're fucking weird man." I walked into the locker room.

"What?" I heard her said.

"FUCKING WEIRD MAN!" I looked at Kelley.

"You're totally fucking with her."

"Cause she's being really stupid right now."

"Sweet." She high fived me.

None soccer related. I feel like I'm older than most of you,

How old are you guys? Or what grade are you in?

I'm 18 but gettin real close to 19. And I'm a freshman in college.