It's Me

Chapter 13

Christen's POV (~*~changing it up on y'all lmao~*~)

We started walking towards a little cafe that was about a 5 minute walk from the hotel. I was doing my best not to freak out, because I WAS WALKING RIGHT BEHIND MY IDOLS. THE VERY PEOPLE WHO HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE FOR THE BETTER.

Tobin and Alex, or "Talex" as the fandom called it, were holding hands and talking about what sounded like who they were expecting to come into camp. Tobin mentioned Kelley's name, then turned and looked at me.

"Hey Christen, you know Kelley, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we played at Stanford together. She was a phenomenal forward. Better than myself."

"Nah," Tobin said as she shook her head, "I think you're better. I've seen Kelley play and uh..." she smirked. "Let's just leave it at that."

I laughed with Alex, who now had her arm wrapped around Tobin. She seemed very protective of her. It was cute.

We eventually got to the cafe. I was texting my sister Channing, and wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on around me. I ran into something and fell to the ground.

"Oh my god I was paying attention I'm so sorry."

"Christen."

"Yeah?" I looked at Alex.

"That's a pole."

I looked up at the thing in front of me. It was, indeed, a pole. "I, uh, um, well, uh..." Both Alex and Tobin started cracking up.

I could feel my cheeks turning a deep shade of red. I quickly turned around and buried my face in my hands. Then I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I turned around and saw Tobin. She gave me a huge smile and laughed again. "I think I'm gonna like you Christen."

After we all ordered our food and drinks and sat at a table, we began to talk a lot. Mainly about me, since they knew each other well, and I was the newest one.

"So," began Alex, "Christen. Tell us about yourself."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"When did you start playing soccer?"

It didn't take long for me to think about this. "Well, I started playing when I was 4, if you could even consider it playing. My mom signed me up for a team, but I never participated. I went to the sidelines and made flower crowns and performed for my mom, since she brought her camera to record everything. I finished that season with 0 touches on the ball, 0 goals, 0 assists, 0 everything. It was bad." Everyone at the table laughed. "I told her I didn't want to play anymore, but she told me that we would give it one more try, and if I didn't like it, we could try something else. I don't know what happened between the ages of 4 and 5, but my first game back, I took the ball from midfield, dribbled past everyone, and scored. And I've been playing since. I think that if my mom hadn't encouraged me, I wouldn't be where I am now."

Alex was in awe the whole time. "That's such a cute story."

I smiled. "Thanks."

Tobin nodded. "I have a question though."

"Yes?"

"Call we call you anything besides Christen? I don't want to give you a nickname you don't like."

Alex rolled her eyes. "You guys called me Baby Horse without my go ahead."

Tobin chuckled. "Yeah, well, that's because we didn't care what you thought. You were too young to think for yourself."

Alex hit her arm. "I was not!" She started laughing too, though. "Whatever jerk."

Tobin looked back at me. "So, what's a good name?"