Stanford Girl

Loser

Your POV:

Following our rocky win against Germany, we got ready for the next game against England. We were all starting to question Jill's coaching decisions. 

"She subbed me and Whit out and went with a 3 back." JJ said. "With Long."

"Long was the center back in that 3 back." Becky said. "And I wasn't. What is she doing?"

"Who even knows but it's gonna cost us." I said. "I feel it."

"Well, I feel my mom calling." Kelley said taking her phone out. "Hello? Yeah, she's right here. Ok." She hung up. "She wants to talk about the wedding." Kelley sighed. "We gotta skype her."

"Let's go then." I looked at the 2 center backs. "Wish us luck my friends."

"If you want help let me know." JJ said. "I just planned the best wedding you will ever see." 

"You're only saying that cause it's YOUR wedding." Becky said.

"Duh, but it's gonna be the best ever."

"Till our wedding." Kelley smiled and opened the door. "After you."

"Such a gentlemen." I poked her face.

"That hurt." Kelley giggled.

"Weirdo." Mal walked by. Kelley glared at her and Mal then tripped. "Shit!" She yelled on the way down.

We went on Skype and talked with her mom. Everything was coming together but she still wanted Kelley to wear a dress. 

"I don't want to wear a dress, mom." Kelley said. "I'm MY wedding I'll wear what I want." 

"Honey. I know but I would like to see you in a dress." 

"Honey. I know but I would not like to wear a dress." 

"Kelley Maureen O'Hara."

"Yes?" Kelley smirked.

"You watch yourself."

"What you gonna do? Ground me?"

*hours later*

"Kelley you will not be practicing today. Your mother called.

"She grounded me." Kelley said. "What the fuck?"

Everyone laughed. 

"Fuck this." She left. 

"What'd she do?" Everyone started asking.

"Her mom wants her to wear a dress, Kelley doesn't want to wear a dress, things got sassy and now she's grounded." I explained.

"She's 23 years old and she got grounded?" Hope said.

"Wow what a loser." Carli added. "Anyone got juice?"

Becky rolled her eyes and walked away. 

"What? Anyone?"