Morgan's POV
I pull away from Kelley and her eyes were widened in shock. I kissed her, only because I didn't want to see her cry and only because it felt like it was the right thing to do. I backed away from her and there was no expression on her face and I began to worry.
"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean-"
"Morgan... I need to go." Kelley says as she grabs her purse that she left on the kitchen table and she slowly backs away towards the door. I could have sworn I felt a tear in my heart as she looks me in the eyes, she probably hated me for what I did.
"Kelley..." I call her name but she just shakes her head as she looks down to the floor. She basically ran out the door and I let her. I knew that I made such a terrible mistake but this time there was no turning back.
What was done, was done and I knew that I was going to be in trouble. I was putting myself in a position that I didn't want to be in. I felt so many different emotions and I just didn't know how to control them because I have never felt this way towards someone before. This was all new to me. All I know is that I have never felt this way towards someone in my life, it was only Kelley who sparked something in me.
I kissed her.
I have know idea if it was the right thing to do but all I know is that I enjoyed the kissed so much. The way her lips felt against mine, they were so soft and I wanted to kiss her more but when I felt that she wasn't kissing me back, I forced myself to pull away.
It was so wrong for me to kiss her but I had to, even though she was my god damn soccer coach, I had to kiss her. I honestly can't believe that I even had the guts to kiss her on the spot and I knew that I messed up big time.
I let out a frustrated sigh as I marched up to my room and I slammed the door closed even if no one was here to listen to my frustration. I was almost embarrassed I literally felt sick to my stomach and I hated this feeling of confusion and loneliness.
I had know idea what I was doing and what I was getting myself into but I know that Kelley was different.
I decided I was going to sleep on it until tomorrow.
*
I woke up feeling sick. Not the kind of sick with a cough or a sneeze. It was the kind of sick where you felt nervous that you wanted to throw up. I felt so lonely and afraid and I simply didn't know what to do.
I thought about last nights events and I thought about Coach O'Hara and I began to wonder how she felt or what she felt. I was so desperate to see her today at practice, I wanted to talk to her, ask if she was okay and what not.
I wanted to talk about last night.
I waited until 4 o'clock to get ready for practice and when the hour came, I quickly dressed, grabbed my duffle bag, and I was out the door within minuets.
I walked slowly to practice, I was debating wether I should keep walking or if I should just turn back. I was starting to get nervous at the thought of seeing Coach O'Hara. What was she going to think? What if she was mad at me?
I had know idea what to expect. What if she didn't even come to practice?
I let out a sigh as I got to the soccer field. I set my bag down and I began to lace up my boots. Soon, the rest of the team showed up. Everyone but Coach O'Hara and I felt defeated yet relieved at the same time.
After waiting for a couple more minuets, her car finally appeared in the parking lot. I watched as she got out of her car and she opened the trunk to get the soccer equipment needed for today's practice.
I took a deep breath as she approached us. I studied the expression on her face and she seemed pretty calm, she didn't look upset. Or maybe it was because she was simply trying to hide it. I shook the thoughts away as practice began.
The entire time, not once did Coach O'Hara look up at me, she couldn't even look me in the eye when we had a team huddle and I could feel my heart beating out of my chest like it was about to explode.
Maybe it was.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked as she stood next to me.
I slowly nodded my head as I kicked the soccer ball that sat in front of me. JJ just nodded and I know that she knows I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. That's what I love about her, she understood me as a person.
Finally, practice was over. It was a relief that I actually made it through the entire practice without wanting to break down. I went over to my bag and when I opened my bag I saw a green sticky note sitting inside.
Morgan, I need to talk to you after practice
KelleyGreat.
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Crossing The Line
FanfictionMorgan Brian lives an incredibly hard life. Her mom was an alcoholic, her dad was dead, and just about everything in her life was ruined. But it isn't until she meets someone that brings out the best in her.