Autumn Leaves | p.p.

| 8 {Sophie} |

-THURSDAY-

"Come on Crews," she passed me her ball. I stopped it under my left foot and looked up at her, "take a few shots girl, get yourself warmed up," she nudged the ball from under my foot and dribbled away. She played down her game so I could easily slip the ball back into my possession. Once I had the ball gliding between my feet as I jogged downfield she stopped and watched me. I took a few shots before switching to my normal keeper position. No matter what angle Harper shot from, I was able to block it. Sweat rolled down my forehead by the time the rest of the team was out.

We turned back, they had formed a half circle around half pitch. Harper crossed her arms, a proud smile was plastered on her face, "and that ladies, is why she's our captain."

My cheeks burst into a fit of blushing but felt a smile creep onto my face as I jogged back to the team. I passed the ball back to Harper who stopped it with the bottom of her cleat. I used my sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat from my browline.

"Alright, I want four laps dribble there dribble back, then we're working on passing today," I yelled out to the girls awaiting my order. I went and got my own ball to run the exercises alongside my team. After practice I went straight to my bag and checked my phone again for a message from Peter, nothing.

"Everything okay?" Harper asked as she peeled her sweaty t-shirt over her head.

"Uh just seeing if my mom texted me," I dropped it back into my bag and untied my cleats. When I got home after practice my mom still hadn't gotten back from work and James was in the study.

"Oh, Sophie. How was your day?" He stood up and took his glasses off.

"Good, but I'm really tired," I slumped down into one of the plush leather chairs across from his desk.

"How about I make you dinner? What are you in the mood for?" He beckoned me to follow him into the kitchen.

"Can we make waffles?" I leaned against the counter and dangled my feet against the floor.

"For dinner?" He asked as if it was the weirdest request he had ever received.

I nodded, "yeah we used to all the time."

"Well why not," he smiled and pulled out the ingredients.

The whole day Friday seemed to take ages to pass, every class dragged on and on. Calculus and Anatomy could not be any more boring. Peter is in my Calculus class but he sits at the back, probably because he doesn't need any help with this, exactly why I sit at the front. Normally Anatomy is my favorite class but my teacher decided to start us on the lymph system today which is honestly drier material than the sahara. I already knew chemistry would take forever because I certainly didn't want to sit through another boring lecture about functional group reactions.

"Project day," our teacher announced as he walked into the room. I felt myself perk up, Harper gave me a side eye.

"Chill dude," she whispered.

"Hey, it means we don't have a lecture today," I responded, she paused and considered this.

"Okay girl, you're right," she nodded and closed her book to move by her partner. I grabbed my stuff and moved to the back next to Peter who was sketching in his notebook.

"Spiderman?" I asked, his head snapped to attention as if I was saying his name.

"Uh, yeah," he mumbled.

"Are you a fan?"

"Kind of, I've been thinking about trying to get some pictures of him," he explained, I raised my eyebrows.