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The Ball Effect

The school bell rings and students from every class are bustling through the crowded hallway. As I put my books away in my locker, my friend comes behind me and pats me on the shoulder. "Hey, (y/n), did you hear about Bryan? He's dating that transfer student who started last month and now they're like total couple goals," she says. "Anyway, going to Starbucks later for a study group. Wanna join?"

I shut my locker and say, "I would love to go. But I have to head to practice or my coach will make me do more laps for being late again. Catch up with you later?" 

She gives me a pout and says, "Aw, this is the second time already but I'll let you go this time. See you tomorrow!" She winks at me as she backs away and heads to the other end of the corridor. The thought comes to me as she leaves and I wonder if I'm missing out on my own school work. NO, this football scholarship is really important to me. I need to train as much as needed.

I adjust my bag on my shoulder and head to the showers to change. Once I get my shoes on, I run straight to the field. The school has many facilities but what they really focus on are the sports equipment and facilities. The wide field includes an indoor basketball court, a football field, and even a swimming pool. As I run up to the coach, I realized that my teammates just finished doing their practice laps.

Mr. Chester, our coach basically gave me the stink eye and said, "Late again, huh? That'll be 10 more laps for you."

I heaved a sigh. "Come on, coach, it was just a few minutes. I promise I will be on time." 

"You're my star player, (y/n). I can't let you go slacking off on me. Now! 15 laps!" he yelled and blew his whistle. I went and jogged around the field while my teammates began practice without me. After several long and tiring minutes, I finished my laps and almost passed out on the benches.

My legs felt wobbly and my whole body was drenched with sweat. I grabbed my water bottle to drink when my coach yelled for me to start practicing on the field. I set my bottle down and slowly walked over to him.  "Punishment is over kid. Time to practice," he said, patting me on the back. 

I grabbed a ball and began doing practice shots into the goal. My legs still felt wobbly so most of my shots had been caught by the goalkeeper or I had kicked the ball in the other direction. "What the hell are you doing?!" my coach yelled. "Go practice some passing and dribbling."

I rolled my eyes and went towards my team. We started the basics and passed the ball to each other. I did a couple of tricks like bouncing the ball on my leg and balancing it on my head. My friends cheered for me and tried to do the same themselves. Coach took notice and shouted, "Quit horsing around. We've got a very important match coming up and I don't want any of you to mess it up. Now, split evenly and we'll have a short friendly match."

Once we were on our individual teams, all of us took our positions on the field. I was on the red team with my friend Jessie, while the others were the blue team. Coach blew the whistle and I took the offense. I ran after my opponent and stole the ball from her, giving my team a headstart for our first goal.

As I drew closer to the goal, my instincts told me that something wasn't right, and I turned to see a member of the blue team steal the ball from under my feet. I fell forward onto the grass. My teammates tried stealing back the ball but to no avail and the other team scored a goal. 

I felt pissed that I was underperforming today and playing like an amateur. When the football was thrown back into the field, the game was on for me. I yelled for my teammates to get the ball. Jessie kicked the ball away from our opponent and we rushed to get to it. My teammate passed it to me and I turned a 180-degree direction, heading for the opponent's goal.

The closer I got to it, more opponents showed up for me to dodge. But this time there were more people blocking the goal, so I did what any desperate person would do. I kicked the ball as hard as I could. But it didn't go into the goal. Instead, it hit the pole and bounced back. It was headed for the bleachers. 

Time felt like it was in slow motion, exactly like in the movies. Before I knew it, the ball had hit someone in the face. He fell backwards from the impact, dropping his book onto the ground. His friend was in total shock at what just happened. I stood frozen knowing what I'd just done but I shook myself out of it.

Almost every student around was murmuring about me or yelling 'OOO' loudly. I quickly ran over to see if he was okay. His friend was slowly helping him up as I drew closer. He looked fine, no blood was spilled except that his glasses had just broken in two.

His face was attractive yet cute, I couldn't help blushing a little. I wanted to comfort him but all that came out was, "A-Are you okay...?"

When his eyes looked to me, he seemed dazed and confused. Or maybe because he couldn't see without his glasses. "Wade, did I just get hit by a football?" he asked his friend. Wade gave him a nod. When he settled on the bench, I said, "I'm really sorry for doing that. It was an accident."

Wade turned to me, "I think I should take him to the nurse's office, you know, just in case he has a concussion."

"I can come with you. It's the least I could do," I said. I followed them into the school, leaving my teammates and the football field behind me. My coach wasn't going to be too happy about me leaving but I didn't care.

Walking down the hallway with them, I noticed he was still holding his glasses. Feeling so guilty for ruining it, I sputtered, "I-I could help pay for your glasses."

"Oh, no. Its fine. I can get it fixed in no time. Because usually...I'm prone to quite a bit of accidents," he tried to assure me.

"You've broken it before? That sucks." Thinking on what my friend had mentioned earlier, I asked, "How about a date? I could treat you to some coffee or ice cream for your troubles."

He gave me a short smile. "I would like that. But...shouldn't you be getting to your practice? I don't want to get you into any trouble with your coach again."

"Um, yeah. Should I call you tomorrow? Wait, I don't even know your name. I'm (y/n), by the way."

"It's Mark. And we can meet at the diner near here, if that's okay with you."

I smiled and apologized again for hitting him. I waved to Mark and Wade before turning back to the field at a fast pace. I don't know why I acted so nervous around him but I had a feeling that it would be a good day tomorrow.

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{A/N: hey everyone happy 2019! I know it took quite some time for me to post another chapter again...been lying on a couple of stories for months and I still haven't finished so I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter...pray that I'll post a new one sooner if possible :/ see you all in the next one, bye!)