Autumn Leaves | p.p.

| 6 {Sophie} |

"Okay, so when are you free to meet?" I asked after titling my paper. I glanced over at him as he ran a hand through his wavy brown hair.

"Uh," he paused as he arranged his thoughts, "well afternoons work best for me, nights get kind of busy."

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, long story," he brushed it off. Does he have a girlfriend?

"Well then you'll have to tell me sometime. My weekends are open," I offered.

He nodded, "yeah, uh, Saturday would be good."

"Saturday it is, and where should we meet?"

"Well Aunt May will be working all day, really either works I can come to your place."

"Yeah, sure, here," I tore off a corner of my paper and scribbled my number down, "text me and I can give you our address," I laughed lightly. I realized I could have just as easily given him my address rather than my number but part of me was hoping he would text me before Saturday.

"Okay, perfect then Saturday it is," he nodded. When the bell rang I said goodbye to Peter quickly and jogged to catch Harper.

"Well well well," she smiled, her voice going all squeaky.

"What?" her hand wrapped around my bicep and she squeezed.

"You and Peter?" She asked.

"Yeah, we're chemistry partners, that's all you psycho," I laughed and pushed her hand off.

"Well don't let it occupy your mind too much right now, you've got a practice to run," she reminded me. We dropped our books off in our lockers and grabbed our gym bags and headed for the locker rooms. I changed into my shorts and a tshirt, not even bothering to put on shin guards today. My feet molded into my cleats as I bounced my ball on my feet and waited for Harper to wrestle her hair back into a hair tie.

"Are you ready yet?" I groaned, feeling the excitement of practice kicking in. A few moments later she appeared looking annoyed.

"I can't help the fact that I got my dad's hair," she slipped a shirt over her head and followed me out to the field. A few girls had already trickled onto the grass but stood around as if they'd never been on a soccer field before.

"So, what's your plan?" I turned to Harper who stood in the sun with her arms out soaking in the light.

"Alright, let me show you," she pulled a piece of paper out of her shorts pocket and unfolded it. There were drills we ran our freshman year and a few she must have looked up. It sure would get the job done.

"You're a genius Harp," I giggled and she merely shrugged.

"Hey, I know I am, you don't gotta tell me twice," she jogged over to a few of the upperclassmen that have gone through practice before.