Act like a LADY, Think like a BOSS

Chapter 14: Fifa

Picture of the super gorg Derek! :) (Max Schneider!)

I quickly changed clothes in the elevator, anxiously tightening my girdle while throwing on Trevor’s lucky soccer uniform.

Good thing I listened to Riley and hid a set of extra clothes and cleats in the potted plant in the corner of the elevator, I have to remember to thank him later for that.

After all my clothes were on, I tugged the brunette wig into place and pinned in down.

There. Glancing in the golden doors, I sighed at my reflection. I really resembled a dude. Girly. But still a dude. There was really no possibility of Derek and I ever having a relationship.

Ding.

The elevator’s little bell brought me back to earth.

Blinking, I gaped as the doors slid open to reveal a tired Riley and Drake.

“Burkley! Erin still here?” Drake demanded.

I frowned, “No, she left a while ag-”

Drake stumbled into the elevator, “Fine then, move! What time is it?”

“Almost 5,” I gulped.

“Damn!”

He pushed me out and slammed the close button.

“Later guys.”

I turned a weary Riley.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea. My car totally spazzed up and the mechanics freaking over charged us. We were there for hours and Drake was throwing a fit cause he thought he’d miss tryouts.”

I shrugged, “Erin didn’t have that good of a day either.”

His sad eyes slowly raked over my outfit, “Nice look, Number 18, Team Burkley hell yeah.”

I gave him a small smile as I turned a full 360.

“Yep, 18, team Burkley.”

I was wearing Trevor’s lucky soccer uniform and it was the last one he wore before his passed away.

Neatly on the back in a pearly white that stood out on the deep blue of the jersey was ‘Burkley’, elegantly printed in bold script followed by a large ’18’.

“Team Burkley all the way, any day.”

“Alright ladies,” the coach mockingly shouted after he blew his piercing whistle. “Line up!”

I took a deep breath as I shot Riley a look from across the field.

The idiot gave me a thumbs up as he gobbled his hot dog, fatass.

Craning my neck, I found Derek and Drake further down the line with the older guys.

“Whoops, didn’t see you there.”

I scowled as yet another older boy purposely bumped me.

“Watch where you’re going newbie,” another one teased.

I wanted to dig a hole to jump in and die from utter humiliation, boys were so brutal.

I was literally a foot shorter than 75% of the team, all of who had grim faces and facial hair, and the fact that I had a super girly face didn’t help my cause.

“Good luck baby face,” one brunette boy snorted next to me as we lined up midfield, “Don’t cry too much when you get cut from the team.”

I rolled my eyes.