Lauren Jauregui Imagines |ABANDONED|

Friday Night Lights

A/N: So to start off, I'd like to explain why I've gone off of my daily upload schedule. I've been having these headaches for as long as this imagine story has existed, I just never made the connection until I was taken to the doctor for these headaches so I could learn to play the drums. That and I've been out of ideas. So I've got some now, so marry Christmas. This might be my new update schedule. Update when I have ideas. Because so far only one person is giving me ideas. I'd say I'm sorry for missing three days of uploading, but I'm really not. I had my first headache today. When before the doctor's appointment they were a daily occurrence. Soooo. Here's your imiagine. No Y/N today, I'm on my phone and typing that shit is a bitch. So if you guys aren't familiar with my works, you'll meet Alexis Tyler. She's nice. I promise.
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I sighed as I stood in the warehouse used for drafting and certification day. My name is Alexis Tyler, I'm a youth league softball coach for the Florida Youth Softball Association, FYSA for short, my team is the three time state champion, and we're looking for number four this season.

"Coach!" One of my girls called out and I walked over to her. "What are we supposed to tell them again?"

"Your name and age." I say and she nods.

"Okay. Thank you!" She says and I smile, standing up and walking over to my daughter as she walked into the building.

"You're late, Taylor." I say and she sighs.

"I know. Mom insisted on taking me to eat." Taylor says and I roll my eyes, slipping the red shirt over her head and leaving it around her neck. She's nine. She's old enough to dress herself. I lightly push her toward the team and do the same to my oldest and watch my wife follow her closely.

"Sorry we're late babe." She says and I roll my eyes. "I have food."

"And I have a team to certify. Not to mention the drafts I need to be looking at. Watch the team. I have to go." I say, taking my food from my wife. When I get to the room where the drafting is supposed to happen, I stand next to my best friend and take the papers that are handed to me. When the first girl comes out, I watch her closely, she's good, but not Racer material. As I finish my food, an athletically great looking girl walks out and I step forward. If a coach is interested, they step forward and if you're the only coach interested, you run them how you run your team, if you like them, congrats, there's another slot on your roster that's filled. But if there's other coaches involved, you gotta be quick. Lucky me, I was the first out of three coaches to step forward, so I get to run her how I run my Racers, when I'm done, the other two get their chance and I got her, I hand her a Racer shirt and send her to go get certified. I don't have many slots on my roster, so I've really gotta be critical about these girls, if she has the wrong attitude, I won't even consider her. Out of that draft I got three girls and have two more slots to fill, but maybe some girls will leave other organizations and come to mine, and if they don't. That's fine too. After al my girls were certified, I told them when and where we'd practice first before we all left. My oldest daughter and I in my truck while my youngest and wife in her car. "You excited for this year?" I ask and she shrugs as we pull onto the highway.

"I've got mixed feelings about it." She says and I nod. "It's my last youth season and then next year it's going to be me playing for the school. I'm kinda scared." She says and I look over.

"Why?"

"Because you and mom were such powerhouses that you're still being talked about now."

"Hey, high school was only sixteen years ago."

"Exactly."

"Wow. Now that I think about it, I feel really old." I say as I turn onto our street.