It's Me

Chapter 2

~*~I'm doing this instead of doing my school project that's due in 2 weeks haha I hate myself~*~

Tobin's POV

"Tobin! Cheney! A-Rod! It's so nice to see you guys again!" Tony DiCicco exclaimed. He hugged each one of us. "What brings you 3 to Chile?"

I spoke for the group. "Well, the senior team didn't have any plans, so we figured why not come and support our girls?" Cheney and Amy nodded along.

"Oh, that's wonderful girls. Say, why don't you guys come in during lunch and talk to the team a little? Explain to them what it's like to play for this team and what it means?" Tony smiled while talking. "You guys can even eat with us."

To be honest, I thought it was a great idea. We could have a free lunch! I'm not gonna pass up on free food.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome!" Cheney was beaming.

"Totally, we'll be there. What time is lunch?" Amy was also very happy. I think we all were in for the food. For the most part.

Tony looked at his watch. "Uh, the girls have the morning off and lunch is at 12. So I'll see you girls there?"

"For sure."

"Totally."

"You bet."

Tony walks off to talk to some staff members and we all walk to our room. We decided since we're best friends we're gonna share a room, Cheney and Amy would take the beds and I'd settle for the couch. It wasn't too much to convince them, I just said that they'd have to pay for the stay.

Since it was about 10, we went to the pool for a bit and lounged around. There were some of the girls there, so we introduced ourselves, even though it was pointless, and they introduced themselves. I met Sydney Leroux, Alyssa Naeher, Elli Reed, Christine Nairn, and Alyssa Mautz. We talked for a bit and decided to head back up at 11:15 to be ready by 11:45.

Since all we did was sit by the pool and let our legs dangle off the side, none of us needed to shower, so we were quick to be ready. At 11:50 we headed down to lunch.

On the way I ran to the bathroom. As I was walking in, I hit something. Rather, someone. I instantly ran around the door and helped the girl back up to her feet. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't see you there are you okay are you dizzy can you stand do you nee-"

"I'm fine, it's okay, dude." The girl was slightly taller than me, and she laughed as she held her forehead. She had eyes that looked like the ocean, and her body suggested that she, too, played soccer. Probably part of the U-20 team?

I soon realized that I was staring at her, so I looked from her eyes to her forehead. "How's your head? Does it hurt?"

We went to the mirror and she moved her hand away to reveal a slight bump. "Shit," she murmured. "Does it look bad?" She turned to me.

You could tell that she had a bump, but it wasn't like it was a tumor or something. More like some bad acne. "Nah, you still look like a model."

She froze. "Uh, um, what?"

Crap, did I say that it loud? "What? No! I mean, you look like a soccer player, so I assume you're a role model for someone, and you still look like a soccer player, but I guess you'd still look like one even if you didn't have a head, but then you'd look funny, but not right now you don't, I mean you have a bump but it's not bad, it just needs a little ice and you'll be f-"

She put a finger up to my lips. "Dude, you've got a problem with rambling. You know that?" She was smiling from ear to ear.

She's got a cute smile, I thought.

"Yeah, I know. I'm ashamed of it." I put my head down and looked at my feet, my laces becoming my point of interest.

"It's cute," she said. Wait, what? Cute?

I looked back up at her, which was a mistake cuz I completely lost what I was going to say. "Uh, well, thanks? So are you."

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. PULL IT TOGETHER TOBIN. GOD DAMN. "-r shoes. I like them. Where'd you get them?" Smooth.

She looked down from my eyes to her own shoes. "Oh, well my team and I get a few pairs of shoes, as well as some shirts and shorts and stuff for training or games." She said it like she was talking to her mom, who knew everything. So was I right about her playing soccer?

She seemed to read my thoughts, because next she said "I play for the U-20 Women's National Soccer Team. I'm here for the World Cup." She looked up to my face, then my legs, and quickly back at my eyes. "Why are you here? Are you for another team? Are you playing for France? You have surprisingly good English for being French. Can you speak French? Of course you can speak French, you're French yourself. But you don't have an accent? Were you raised in the US? Or like you came from France and moved to the US and now you're bac-"

Now it was my turn to put my finger to her lips. "Dude, you've got a problem with rambling. You know that?" I smirked.

She rolled her eyes and moved my finger off her lips. Her hands were soft. "Whatever, I gotta hurry up and get to lunch. I'll see you around?"

"Um, yeah, sure, see you soon."

She smiled one last time and squeezed my hand before walking out of the bathroom. I didn't realize we were holding hands. I looked at my phone and read the time. 11:54. Crap, I gotta hurry.

I hurried in the bathroom and quickly washed my face from blushing before running to lunch. There, I saw Lauren and Amy talking to Tony, and I quickly joined them.

"Tobin, it's about time you got here," A-Rod said. "We were thinking of having Tony speak on your behalf."

Cheney joined in. "Yeah, we thought you fell in the toilet and got flushed." They were smiling with Tony and I playfully pushed them both.

"So," Tony starts, "I was thinking the girls would get started, and after everyone got their food, I would introduce you lot and you can discuss whatever you feel should be brought up. Sound good?" He gave us a thumbs up, waiting for us to return the gesture.

We all did and we were talking about what we should say when I see the girl from earlier at a table near Tony. She was looking back at me, and when she noticed I saw her, she quickly looked at Sydney sitting next to her.

Huh.