[BOOK 1] More Than This

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THE STALKER AND FIRST DATE

[Kinzy's POV]

I got to the field early than of my team mates. I need to just own the field alone. The match is fast approaching. This is the last match for this semester and the last chance for us to take our third Grand Slam Trophy. This is a challenge for us to finally take down our biggest rival, the Stanford University.

Last match, they almost take us down with only one goal ahead but they just almost did. That's the sad part, because they didn't despite the fact that they did everything. I have to push the team to our limits so we can have this match again. I know McLane, their Captain will not let us take this easily, so we need to practice and do our best. Besides, this is the National League we are talking about.

I spin the ball in my point finger while planning my route. When I know what I want to do, I let the ball fall on the ground and start kicking it slowly in a zigzag pattern around the imaginary opponent. The wind blows nicely into my face and that's make me relax. I played with the ball in my leg until I reach the wall that separating the bleacher from the soccer field.

I grin as I started kicking the ball against the hard wall then back and forth. I make the wall as my opponent. The stronger I kick the harder and stronger it kick the ball back to me. This is a great exercise for my legs to counter the hard knock. I practice my signature kick and my kicks alone. If I want to take the team to the Championship, I have to do this.

I kick more when I realize someone is watching me. It's the guy I punch and the same with the one leaning on me the other day. He was holding a bottle of water and on his lap is, if I'm not mistaken, a lunch box. I take a look on my wrist watch. It's barely 11 in the morning. Hmm, how long have I been practicing here? Seems 6 to 7 hours has passed already and my team mates are still nowhere to be found. I'm sure gonna kick their asses as soon as I saw them. I let out a sigh and then I drop my whole body on the ground, just lying there for a couple of minute to relax my system. I close my eyes and just feel the wind blowing against my whole body.

"Hey,"

I open my eyes when suddenly someone just shaken me. "Y-yeah?" I help myself up and just slightly push him away. "What?"

"Uhm, I thought you're not okay." He said while scratching the back of his head, "I'm sorry." He said then turned away.

I just watch him as he walks away from me with his back facing at me. He squats at the bleacher where I saw him sitting a while ago and pick up something. Shit! It's his lunchbox. Did he just drop it because he comes to me because he thought I passed out here? I winced to that idea. Why did he have to do that? We don't even know each other for him to care for me like he did.

"Hey," I shouted to him when I saw him getting off the bleacher and ready to go out. He turned around to face me, "Wait." I commanded with my hands motioning for him to stop.

I walk to him and then grab him out of the field by his wrist until we enters the locker room which is at the side of the field. He was shock and tried to grab himself away from me but his strength was useless against me. I remember I told him I don't want to see him again or else I'll make his life a living hell, well, as much as I love the idea but I'm not into that. I'm a grown up 21 years old for Pete's sake and bullying is for toddlers.

"Wait for me here," I said and walk to my locker, "Don't even try to run away from me if you don't want me to haunt you to death, get it?" I seriously threatened him. In case he will do it, at least he knows exactly what will happen to him.

He just nodded nervously.

I grab my towel and clothes from the locker and proceeded to the nearest shower stall at the end of the hallway near the lockers. I look at him for the last time before I decided to jump into the shower and strip my clothes before I headed to the shower head.