Scoring a Goal [✔]

2 ♒️ peeping tom

As soon as she left, I ran into the bathroom.

What is wrong with me? Blushing and smiling and getting all giddy, as if Amy had left some sort of wild impression on me.

She obviously hadn't. I mean, a girl? No way, no how.

Thinking I was going a bit mad, I splashed some water on my face and took my hair out of its messy bun. Once I pieced together the few scraggly hairs, I tied my hair into a ponytail and walked back outside.

The day just started and I already felt as if I were going insane. At least I have soccer practice to look forward to after school, I thought.

Try outs had been in the summer, and as soon as I moved here, my mom made me go. As I predicted, I made the team. I don't mean to sound cocky, but back home I was one of the best players on the team, taking us to finals at least six times.

I never thought I would make it through the day, but finally, I did. I went to the girls locker room to grab my bag and get ready to play.

And all of a sudden, I turn around to see Amy― just the person I've been trying to avoid all day.

When she saw me, she walked up to me with confidence radiating off of her like pure sunlight.

"Hey, Sarah," she said. And there was that smirk again, the one that made my cheeks turn to rose petals and my knees turn to putty. "Ready for practice?"

I turned to get my bag out of my locker and began getting changed. "Yeah, just let me get dressed first."

I stripped myself bare and changed into my soccer uniform. I was comfortable with doing this, considering how many times I had to do so back home, but what I wasn't used to was a girl―a lesbian― to take in my every move.

I could feel my cheeks turning redder by the second. But what else was I supposed to do?

"You're goalie today," Amy smiled, "Make sure to wear your pads." I tied my pads on each of my calves and elbows, then ran onto the field.

Practice went well, which is exactly what I was hoping for. Worst part was that my body was doused in a thick layer of sweat that stuck to all parts of my skin. After packing up my things and shoving them into my locker, I took a seat on a bench.

I had to wait to take a shower, since there were only four in the locker room that were already taken up by my team mates― one of them being Amy. I watched her clothes fall to the floor as she stepped in the shower. From this angle, all I could see was her backside― full, round, and slim. Looking at her was like admiring a trophy for standing so beautifully in all its glory.

She turned around and I tried to hide, but it was too late. She had already seen my head peaking over the wall.

"Like what you see, straight girl?" She chuckled.

"Whoever said I was straight?" The sentence didn't mean to come out of my mouth, but it sure as hell did. Now that I think about it, it was true. I could've been gay for all she knows and she automatically assumed my sexuality.

"Well, by the looks of it, I guess I was wrong."

Wait. I didn't want her to assume that I was gay, either.

I couldn't think of a response quick enough, so I ran off and decided to skip the shower. I couldn't stand to be in there one more second.

I just hope none of the other girls saw.

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a/n: wooooo there's some stereotypical teenage drama for ya. and to all of you that have read/voted/commented, THANK YOU! xx