Falling for Ambition

Smile - Part 23

I wake up to my alarm clock screaming in my ear.

Monday.

Eww.

I get up and head to Hailey's room to get an outfit.

Her bed is completely made.

Hailey IS NOT a morning person.

I head downstairs to see if maybe she's already up for some random reason.

But it's completely dead quiet.

I turn around to find the kitchen in a bigger mess than I left it.

I walk into the living room and find two hung over people laying on the floor together.

Cute.

I laugh and head up to get ready for soccer.

Hailey sure is the queen of clothing.

She had mentioned to me that she played soccer up until 8th grade, then stopped. I remember Kai would always go watch her games on Fridays after school. I don't know why she quit. She loved soccer and was very good at it too.

When I told her I was going to join the soccer team, she told me I could use her cleats she had bought a few months before she quit. She kept them as a memory.

Once I finished getting dressed I packed a bag with things for me to change into after my practice.

I went back down stairs to find them still laying there on the floor.

I checked my phone and saw that I had to hurry out or else I wouldn't make it in time.

I grabbed Hailey's car keys and head out the door.

Once I arrive at the field it's completely empty.

I checked my phone and it was 6:55AM.

I sat on one of the bleachers and messed around with the grass.

This field was so peaceful.

It was the perfect weather to run around in.

The sun wasn't out and it was cloudy.

There was a soft gentle fresh breeze blowing some of the leaves that were already starting to fall.

"Hey!"

I heard coming from a voice behind me.

I turn around and see a tall tan man with a soccer ball in his hand.

Coach Dallas.

"Hey Coach!" I waved.

"Ready for some action?" He smirked.

"I was born ready." I say with excitement.

He throws the ball on the ground and starts dribbling the ball towards me.

"Try to take it from me." He says.

I run up to him and swing kicks after kicks, missing the ball every single time.

Boy, he's good!

He runs away from me and shoots the ball into the goal.

"Nice one!" I say.

"You too, good effort, but let's actually kick the ball this time eh?" He jokes.

I put my head down in embarrassment.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. You got this!" He said, encouraging me.

I smile, looking up a little.

"Here, I've noticed you weren't familiar on how to properly kick the ball." He said motioning me to get closer to him.

"Look, use the mid-inside of your foot for short distance, and as you move out gradually kick it using the top-inside of your foot."

I watched as he demonstrated slowly.

I followed messing up a few kicks but then got the hang of it.

He then started teaching me a couple of different dribbles.

One of the dribbles, the scissor, got my legs twisted up and made me trip over the soccer ball and fall on my face.

"Are you okay?" Coach leaned down to help me up.

"Yeah, I just got my legs all tangled up." I laugh.

"I think you've had enough for today, I'll let you go now and shower and do what you need to do. I need to be heading to class anyways." He says.

"Class? You teach?" I ask.

"No, I actually go to a nearby college. I use coaching as my part time job." He says.

"Oh, well see ya! And thanks for teaching me." I say.

"No problem." He smiles.

He has such a beautiful smile that would just light up your world.