FAKE

6

i rested my bag on the bleachers as i took a seat. i was by myself, so it was a bit awkward.  but joey was here, and i tried to do whatever i could before i came here. so, i think there was only like 15 minutes left of his practice. 

the coach blew the whistle. 

"get on the line!" 

even i know what 'get on the line' means, it's every athlete's nightmare. 'get on the line' means sprints, and sprints are not good. when i used to play soccer, my coach used to call them cupcakes. but, now as we get older we call them suicides, because they make you want to kill yourself for doing so many. 

from joeys jacket, i knew that his number was 17.  the guys took of their helmets and set them down by their bags. i saw joey on the line, and he ran a hand through his sweaty hair. 

EW, it was soaked.   

"on my whistle." the coach said.  he blew the whistle, and joey took off. 

all the guys seemed to be in a line, but when they turned to come back joey sped up and went over the line before anyone else did. 

the others were resting their hands on their hips or knees which was a sign of tiredness. joey just stood up tall not even out of breath. 

"one last time boys." the coach said. 

i stood up and grabbed my bag. i walked down the bleachers and the coach blew the whistle. 

i stood near the fence and watched as joey ran over the line again. wow, he's in really good shape and he's super fast. no wonder he's the captain.  

"good work today boys." the coach said. 

"and way to finish out those sprints, birlem. guessing it's for the little lady over there?" the coach said nodding his head at me.

"you know it" joey said and winked towards me. i rolled my eyes, and then crossed my arms over my chest.  the guys laughed, and they grabbed their bags and walked over to me. 

"i'm going to go rinse off, and then i'll be out." he said.  

"unless you wanna join, because that's always an option." he said.  i rolled my eyes as the guys laughed. 

"no, maybe when you stink less." i said and elbowed him. i felt my elbow get wet and i looked at it. it was covered in sweat.  

"that's disgusting, you have a serious sweating problem." i said. 

"it's called hard work baby." he said.  i jokingly rolled my eyes at him and an evil grin formed on his lips.

"now give me a hug." he said.  

"no way." i said and backed up.  

"don't you dare." i said and dropped my bag. 

"come on aves." he said with a grin, opening his arms and walked towards me.  

"joey!" i said and started running as he ran after me.

"don't!" i said and hid behind charles.  

"i'll give you a hug pal" charles said.  

"alright, lover boy." joey said and they hugged each other. i scrunched my nose up from the smell.  

"you two are disgusting." i said. they both shrugged.  

"i'll be right out." joey said. i nodded, and then sat down on the curb. 

i picked at my nails as i waited for joey to come back out. 

i sighed and looked up from my nails to see joey walked out, only wearing shorts. he literally had a six pack. some people wolf whistled as he walked out and he just smirked.  my cheeks turned red once i realized that he was smirking at me.