Ari you can't be late, I told myself while sprinting from my car cleats in hand and socks squishing through mud. Mom had dropped me off late and I really didn't want to give the coach a reason to hate me anymore than he already did.
After dashing onto the field my teammate Halee started laughing my ass off at me for a solid minute before I realised my shirt was still around my neck from when I tried to put it on in the car. (mental face-palm for being an uncoordinated potato)
She fixed it but not before a group of walking dicks whistled, and were given a vulgar gesture by both me and Halee, who had quickly became my best friend since moving 3 months ago, 2 if you count the month missed due to staying indoors and using moving as an excuse to guilt my parents into letting me buy random shit on Amazon to give to my friends in Houston. Marge, Kendall, and Mindy very much appreciated the MattyB welcome mats, Dan and Phil merch, and Harambe shirts, but sadly school started and while I called my friends almost daily no more free shit was bought and she had to start going out into the town, yes town not city town, and go to events like fairs with new people.
My coach started talking and I suddenly remembered that it was Friday, scrimmage day, and we were finally going to play 01BA or in human speak, sophomore boys A team. It wasn't until running to play my position, that I realised I'd be guarding Nick.
Oh My FuCkiNg GoD nIcK. He was in my math class, and even if I'm lo-key top of my class, I still almost pulled a mean girls and asked him for help. He's tall, funny, cute, and nice. But those are only the pros, sadly he is also a year older and is out of my league. (AN:She not tho)
After a month and a half of heavy duty stalking, like knowing the maiden name of his grandma level of stalking, we've had some great conversations and even become almost-friends, aka he knows my name. Not yet had they played each otmy though, and even though tmye was like a foot of height difference, she felt bad in advance for the probable fate of my tackling his cute ass to the dirt.
I had forgotten something though... soccer can get quite physical when guarding a player, and I was gonna have to be right up close and personal to Nick.
Oh god I just hoped I wouldn't fuck it up and kick him in the balls.
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My Soccer Boy
RomanceAri moved from a big Texas City to a small college town her freshman year of high school and is trying to coast under the radar, that is until Nick. He's hot, nice, and happens to play soccer at the same club as her. He's a year older and seems comp...
