The Rich And Popular

Soccer Practice

What, no one told me that James was playing soccer. I knew that he was into sports, but I didn't think that meant soccer.

As I walked out with the coach all the guys were looking at me. Now I am used to some people looking at me, but this many people. NO.

"This is the new player I was talking to you guys about." The coach was looking at the guys like don't argue with me. But I guess that one person didn't get the memo.

"But coach, she's a girl. Girls can't play soccer everyone knows that." The guy says with bewilderment. Okay so I can deal with a lot of things, but saying girls can't play soccer, that's too far.

"Oh, so girls can't play soccer well, let's have your three best players go up against we and, we can even use your best goalie. I bet I can beat them." I picked up a soccer ball and I looked at the guys mad. They all looked shocked but then someone had a look of mischief and said. "Okay but we have to make a bet, if you win you join the team. If you lose you have to be the team assistant."

What I don't win in any of these terms! What if I don't want to be on the team? But whatever, I know I will win. I nodded my head.

For their goalie, they had a tall blacked haired person. For their players they had James, a curly brown-haired boy, and a boy with long blond hair. They were all kind of tall.

"You should even try I'm sure we can beat you, after all we are good." James had confidence in his eyes.

"Yeah I'm sure even though coach said you haven't won nationals in about five years." I said as I put the ball in the middle. "You guys can start." They just stared at like I was crazy.

"No, you have to start, your one person and we have three." They kicked the ball towards me. I almost laughed.

"Your making this to easy, coach start us." I was positioning the ball just right.

After a few seconds, the coach blew his whistle, let start the small game. My adrenaline instantly started to pump through my body. James went straight to the back near the goalie. I first started out bad and the blond took the ball from me with a smirk on his face. Oh, he has a lot in store for him, I thought to myself as I went after him.

The brunette was about three or four feet away from the blond. I kicked the ball right through the blonde's legs. I sprinted down the field with the ball. Before I could shoot to make a goal, James got in my way. I tried to do a rainbow over his head but I messed up and he intercepted the ball.

I lunged towards the ball and kicked it to one side of the field. The brunette was about to get to the ball, but I quickly got there first. I decided that before I scored I was going to show of some.

I side stepped the brunette and got the ball out of immediate danger and I show my chance. I got a little closest to the goal and then I kicked the ball on the air a little bit, hit it with the side of my butt, spun around really fast and kicked the ball right into the top right corner of the goal. The goalie hit the ball with the tip of his fingers, but the ball was going to fast that he really couldn't do anything.

I stood where I kicked the ball, catching my breath. Gosh, I haven't felt that way in years, the adrenaline, the rush, the cool tricks, and I only lose my breath for a few seconds. The training I did when I was younger really did work.

As I looked around the field at everyone. Everyone was staring at me in shock even the cheerleaders that were practicing, Jamie is a cheerleader. I didn't know that.

As the boys were still staring at me in shock I got a good look at how many people were on the team, I counted sixteen.

Most teams have about eighteen to twenty, now I know why they are having tryouts, I think they need a few more players. If they do get more players they have to be better. I just beat their best players in about twenty minutes. While I was playing I saw a lot of things they could work on. Yet they say there one of the best. Boys ego.

"So are we just going to stare at each other like dummies are do you guys want some helpful advice, that could definitely make you a better team." I looked at everyone with a lil smirk.

The boys were still staring at me but all the other people in their actives continued what they were doing before I beat the guys asses. The coach had finally snapped out of his trance, and walked towards were I stood in the middle of the field.

"Can you please join the team and help us, I have a good feeling about this season and it all depends on if you join or not." The coach was almost pleading, how could I say no. I also miss playing soccer. "Oh course, it would be my pleaser to be on the team, but I have to warn you I haven't played on a team in a long time so I don't know how well I will be at it now." I said to him.

"Oh, that's ok, I was also wondering could you please give some tips to the guys and just......make them better." He asked me. "How much practice time do we have left. I think if I give them 'tips' we will be here awhile." I told him as we started walking towards the boys. "That's fine, just make them better." He said walking over to the bench on the side of the field.

I was in front of the boys now. They didn't look shocked anymore but nervous...I guess. "So, I am going to help you guys today, I'm not going to be soft. From what I saw, when I played, your best went good enough." I started walking back and forth in front of glob of boys.

"Hey we---" one of the boys tried to say before I interrupted. "You do not interrupt me or you run 50 laps around the field. I am here to get this team better. I don't care who the caption of this team is, your coach said to make this team better so, I will. Do you understand." I looked up at the boys, some looked like they wanted to say something but decided against it, all the boys nodded their heads evidentially. This is finally looking good.

"So. Where do I begin.... Well first ever hearing the saying there no I in team. You guys really need to work more as a team, think as a team, and communicate as a team. You guys should be able to look at each other and know what the other person is about to do. So, we are going to be spending a lot of time together until we can be a team. Second you need to work on drills and workouts. If I gain my breath faster than your best players and I worked harder, that just tell me you aren't training enough daily. Thirdly----" I went on for the rest of the hour.

I don't think the boys resized how bad there team actually was. After I got done with my rant most of the boys got up to go leave, James went to go talk to the coach.

(he seemed pissed wonder why)

What I didn't expect was for the people I played to come up to me.

"I'm Chase." The blond one said. "I'm Jake" the brown haired one said. "And I'm Jorden." The goalie said. Now that they were closer I could see their face details. The blond looked like the typical blond haired blue-eyed player. The goalie and brown head looked like brothers. They both had the same build, same height, and the same bright dazzling green eyes. The only difference was that the goalie had black hair and some freckles not a lot, only a few but it made him look so cute.

"Oh, hey I'm Evelyn, Nice to meet you guys, but I really need to go bye." I said really quickly because I saw James walking towards me looking really angry. But because of my luck, I was stopped by cheerleaders waling past. So, James caught up to me.

"What the fuck Evelyn!"

OH SHIT

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