The Red Cleats (Nash Grier)

Emma's POV

Hi, my name is Emma. I'm a soccer player. I play on the varsity team even though I'm a freshman. I'm one of the best high school players in the state. I'm already getting offers from colleges like North Carolina, Marquette, Duke, and more. I wouldn't be very good at all if it weren't for my coach, Coach Grier.

I play an odd position. I'm a goalkeeper. Some people think goalkeeper is for the slow kids who can't run the whole game, but it's not. I've gained much respect for the position and you have to be brave to take this spot. I'm a brave person. I'm willing to do anything. I'm tall, blonde, kinda skinny but kinda curvey, and I'm very athletic. I don't really care about boy friends and crushes because I'm always so focused on sports. Well I used to not care about that until Coach Grier brought his son, Nash to practice to help. He was going to be an assistant coach the whole season. "Okay, Emma, since your captain lead the team for a jog for 10 minutes." Coach Grier said. "K coach." I responded. The captain of the team was usually like the coach on the field and since I'm a goalie then I have to yell and be loud. I direct people where to go and tell them what to do. It may sound bossy but it's my job.

Nash decided to run with us. I knew Nash. He was in my grade and we went to the same middle school and now high school. He was in the popular group. I was in the athletic group and so were most of the girls on my team. We started running and Nash ran beside me. Who knew the kid could keep up? "Hey Emma," Nash said with a smile. A lot of girls were giving me glares because they liked him.. like a lot! "Hey Nash" I answered, not really wanting to talk to him. I honestly did think he was cute but I didn't care too much. I noticed he kept looking at me. I hoped my hair wasn't all over.. Or I smelled.. Wait, why do I care? I don't even like him.. I thought to myself.

We finished our run and Coach made us do some shooting drills. I was in goal and the other girls were standing on the top of the 18'. They would take one touch and then shoot at me. Nash stood behind the goal watching. I hope he wasn't looking at my butt.. I got in my ready position and the first shot was in the upper right corner. I leaped up and punched it over the net just enough for it to go out. "Great save Em!" My best friend and too Striker, Maddie said. I nodded in response and got ready for the next shot. The drill went on for another 20 minutes and a few shots went in but not many. Then we did a scrimmage against the boys team. I saved some really good shots and the boys seemed to be surprised. One shot hit me in the face and I have a black eye now. It's kinda funny now that I think about it.

Finally practice was over. "Hey Em, your a real great goalie. I look forward to coaching you this season. And I'm going to be warming you up and giving you private lessons during the field player drills," Nash said to me. He handed me a small slip of paper with some numbers on it. "Here's my number if you need anything." He smiled. "Thanks.." I said. I wants one of those peppy and cheery girls. I listened to music almost any time I had a chance to. I loved alternative music. I wasn't like, goth or emo though. I was a really funny person off the field and kinda popular. I got pretty decent grades and I had a lot of friends. I slipped off my Red Cleats and headed towards the bus. I put on my Nike sliders and sat on a bench waiting for the bus to come. Maddie sat down next to me and smiled. "Hey, you know that Nash kid?" She said. I nodded, "Well I think he likes you, and your butt." I laughed really hard at that. Then when I finally stopped laughing I said, "What makes you say that?" I smiled. "Well he staring at you the whole practice and since he was behind the goal in the shooting drill he was looking at your booty." She laughed. "What did the booty have him like?" I asked. "Looked like he enjoyed it.." she winked and laughed. Then Nash say down on the bench next to me. Maddie wiggled her eyebrows and me. I yelled "SHUT UP BEFORE I COME OVER THERE AND RIP OFF YOUR BUTT AND TAPE IT TO A POLE. THEN WE CAN ASK EVERYONE WHAT THE BOOTY HAD THEM LIKE!" I forgot Nash was there and he and Maddie started laughing.

This was gonna be a weird season..