Mr. & Mrs. Captain

Overly Attached Girlfriend, Mommy Issues, and Nightshifts

C H A P T E R T W O

It's after school now and I'm in the girls locker room, changing into my soccer clothes. It consists of red soccer pants, which are baggy so I roll the waist like 3 times, and a black t-shirt with a white and black soccer ball and below the soccer ball 'Cougars' was written in white cursive.

Cougar is our school's mascot.

I crouched down and tied my purple Nike cleats. Then I went into a bending down position and pulled my socks over the shin protectors. I grabbed my bag and walked outside.

The locker rooms were beside each-other, so even from the entrance of the girl's locker room, I could smell all the Axe coming from the boy's locker room.

It smells amazing, but its like a cloud of poison that's killing me.

Why are they here today? It's our turn to use the field.

Whatever.

I coughed and my eyes teared up, so I walked faster to get away.

When I reached the soccer benches, no one was there.

"Oh for fuck's sake-" I turned around and got cut short when I saw all the girls walking my way.

Thank God, I was going to burst because I though they weren't going to show up. . .again.

We have a coach, but since I'm the captain, I should be able to train my own team and take responsibility.

I rarely host practices, but when I do, I do it well.

"Why are you guys walking around in a horde?"

"We got here, like, five minutes ago, but then we got thirsty, so we went to the vending machines to get some Gatorade and water." The kiss-ass of the team explained.

There's everything in this team:

1. The kiss-ass.

2. The one who doesn't play for shit.

3. The one who thinks is the best, but doesn't play that good.

4. The one who thinks is the best, and plays good, but not as good as me--sorry that was my ego speaking.

5. The over aggressive one, which gets a red card 3/5 times.

6. The lack of aggression one, which prefers to lay on the ground.

7. The one who's only in the team because of some sort of popularity or because she has nothing else better to do. (Who also doesn't play for shit.)

8. The quiet one, which is actually a beast on the field.

9. The lazy one, which actually plays good, but doesn't do anything.

10. Yours truly. The captain, the master, the Queen of Sheba--shut up ego. God, always interrupting me.

11. And last, but not lea--well yeah least, the invisible one, I hadn't noticed she was even on the team until a few weeks ago.

12. The replacement, the bench hogger. She doesn't play unless its by being a replacement.

Anyways. . .

They got freaking thirsty just by standing there.

Wow, I don't know how we're the top team.

"Okay. . ." I clapped my hands together, dismissing the subject. "Drop your bottles! Today we're--"

"That won't be necessary today, Janelle." My coach said from behind me. I turned around and faced a happy looking Coach Marine. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, and was in her mid-thirties. She had her black coaching baseball cap, black polo, black shorts, and black Sketchers.