I Think I Love You [Girl×Girl]

Chapter 5

*Casey's POV*

I get to the soccer field just as Coach is taking attendance. "Cutting it a bit short miss, arent we?" he says without looking up from his clipboard as I run over join the team.

"Sorry Coach," I mutter. I put my bag down with everyone elses stuff. I love soccer. It's the one thing that makes me feel close to my dad. He died from cancer, but when it was still a secret, we always used to watch professional soccer on TV.

"I want to be just like them one day, Dad," I said one day in my tiny seven-year old voice.The girls were leggy and strong. They passed the ball to each other with such ease, it looked like every move they made was perfected by God himself first. My dad would just laugh and say, "Sometimes ok is good enough." He was a very rational guy and knew the odds of me becoming a pro soccer player were slim. But I didnt know that eight years ago.

"Sometimes amazing is good enough." I balled up my little fists in defiance.

Dad just laughed. "Well, I'm a skeptic, peanut. You're gonna have to prove me wrong." From that moment on, soccer became my life. I live, eat, sleep, breathe soccer. I know I probably can never be a pro soccer player but... I told Dad I would prove him wrong, even though he's gone now.

Now Coach is yelling something. I've been at practice for about 45 minutes. The ball rolls by me and I pivot with it, running to the other end of the field, to the goal. "Come on 'Case!" Coach is cheering. No one wants to admit it, but I'm kind of his favorite. I guess because I take soccer very seriously. I easily sidestep a an opposing team member and then, whoosh, I kick the ball in the goal.

A redheaded girl runs up to me. We high five. "You never cease to amaze," she says grinning.

"Guess I dont." Rebecca is my best friend. We met when we both played soccer at our elementary school. Even though we're 16 now, we still get along great and share our passion for soccer. Both teams converge. Coach comes in from the sideline.

"Good work guys! This was a good practice game. Don't forget, we have a real game this Saturday. Rest up!" Everyone takes this as the finishing speech and grabs thier stuff to leave.

Rebecca takes out her phone. Probably texting her mom, whos super protective. "Can you come over today? A new episode of Dance Moms is on..."

I smile but shake my head. "Sorry but I gotta get home early tonight. It's my turn to make dinner."

"Ok. Well... oh theres Mom! You want a ride?" Mrs. Downing is parked in the handicapped spot, tapping her thumbs impatiently.

"Yeah, I guess I'll take one." We jog over to the car and get in. Rebecca sits in the front.

"Ma, when are you gonna let me drive?"

"When you can make a B in History."

I can hear Rebecca roll her eyes, and smile to myself. I only wish my mom was around enough for me to be annoyed at her. After Dad died, the bills seemed to grow out of control, and Mom had to take a night job as a bartender, on top of being a secretary in real estate.

The two bicker for a few more minutes, and then Mrs. Downey remembers that I'm in the backseat. "Oh, are you going home dear?" she says, looking at the rearview mirrors at me.

"Yeah, thanks." Just then, my phone vibrates. A text from Jerry:

Babe come over pls My parents r out and I'm lonely

"Uh, on second thought can you take me to Seymour st?"

"Sure hon," Mrs. Downey swerves the car around. I get another text, this time from the front seat.