Becoming Hers

14

*LEXI'S POV*
I used to play," I signal over to the football kits by the locker room. At first, who I was talking to was unknown, by myself also, but then I acknowledged that someone had actually heard me. They were standing over by the lockers to the right of me.

"A long time ago." I whispered to the shadow lurking by the door. I heard footsteps nearing behind me but a chill never ran up my neck like I had expected.

"Why did you stop?" It was a mascualine voice. I had my guesses of who it could be. The voice belonged to Caleb. Great. He'd probably come to be a snarky dickhead again but I let it slide. I probably looked like a massive fuck off dickhead to him too.

My gaze was still focused forwards, I didn't want to look at him. If I did I know I'd either shout at him again, but not because I was angry at him, but because I was angry at myself. Either that, or I would have made myself look like a twat by blabbering about Gracie again, although, I didn't think Caleb has caught on to anything.

"I just had so much going on. I had to stop," That was partly true but really there was a lot more to it that I didn't want to get into. I just didn't feel like opening up to anyone at that moment, especially not Caleb. He didn't even know much about my family situation. Unless Gracie had told him anything, he only knew that my mum hated me, but nothing about my dad.

"Why don't you try out for the team? I'm sure you've still got moves." Is he really trying to be nice to me after what happened that Monday night?

"Oh, I'm sure I do have skills, I was pretty good once." Was I seriously bragging?

"Not as good as me though," He smirked.

"You play football?" Why was I shocked? It was Caleb, of course he played football, he was a typical guy.

"Lexi, I do everything, and I'm the best at everything I do." He replied back, and I didn't even need to turn around for me to know he was holding a huge grin on his face.

"Wow, cocky much?"

"You know it." He really wasn't ashamed about anything, I admired that about him, he may have been way too confident but at least he hadn't got really low self esteem. "I sense a new competition coming up." I smirked at his suggestion, why did everything between us have to become competitive? He then nudged further, "So, are you gonna do it?" He asked.

"Do what?" I quizzed, what was he wanting me to do that time?

"Try out for the girls football." He commented, "I imagine you'll be pretty good, give the team an extra boost,"

"Oh, probably not," I mumbled, picking up my backpack from the bench.

"Um, why dude?" He asked blankly, he moved to the left a little and blocked the exit so I couldn't leave.

"Too many bad memories I guess." My voice stumbled a little as if my childhood was coming back to me all at once.

"You should try something new then?" He suggested, his voice full of sympathy like he completely understood my needs. But in reality, he really didn't understand any of it.

"Maybe," I replied soullessly, I didn't want to admit that I just didn't have the energy for anything anymore and taking up a new sport probably wasn't a good idea.