|The Tomboy And The Trouble Maker|

Chapter 7:Don't Miss Me Too Much

"Oli!" I wave my hands in the air.

He looks over his shoulder while keeping the ball next to him.

I signal for him to pass the ball to me as I am in an open spot and he is being chased after and attacked.

He immediately gets the idea and nods his head while giving the ball a powerful kick.

I take over and run towards the net, I feel my breath quickening as I'm getting closer to the net and within seconds I launch the ball forward with a kick and it lands in the net.

Coach blows the whistle "End!" He announces.

"Yes Alex!" Oliver runs up to me while showing his shoulder gently against mine.

"You are on fire today" Jett pats my back.

I laugh "Says you, that kick before was sick Jett"

"Awh, thanks" He jumps up happily.

"4 for Jett's team, 3 for Leandro's team!" Coach announces.

"Fucking yes!" Jett jumps up again while fist bumping the air.

You know that feeling when you can feel eyes on you? Like someone is staring and watching? Yeah...I have that right now. I look around and see no one other than the man himself, just sitting at the seats area located at the back of the pitch. You know who I'm talking about, don't you? Yes, Maximilian King, you guessed it right. I guess he's really bored.

I smile at him and rise a brow.

He nods his head towards me and smiles back.

We all walk up to our bags, I take my water bottle and chug a shit ton of water down.

"Gather up! I have some news!" Shouts coach.

We all look in his direction and come to a stop next to coach.

The amount of sweat I produce is unbelievable, I can feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck and side of my face. My face is probably all shiny and pink from all this sweat and running.

"As you probably know by now matches are coming up, which means that we will be playing against different colleges, who may be professionals at this point. I know you guys are working really hard all the time and I am so happy and proud of you" He looks around.

"Thanks coach" Zane pats coach.

"But..."

"Uh huh" Natan says.

"There's always a 'but', isn't it?" Zane rolls his eyes.

Coach playfully hits Zane with his board in his hands "Hush you" He laughs "Can't stay serious with you guys even if I tried" He shakes his head.

"We are just that good at making you laugh, don't blame us" Zane struggle his shoulders while laughing.

"Back to what I was saying..." Coach eyes Zane.

He holds his hands up and shuts his mouth.

"But the weather conditions may impact your game so I want us to train a bit harder. Nothing too extreme, but that will allow you to build up your skills, confidence and ability to play in whatever the weather brings. I know it will get intense, but we all got this"

"Of course we do" Oliver grins.

"Matches are about a week long, depending on how many matches we play. We have 3 more weeks of college and training ahead of us and after that we break up for 2 weeks. After that we are back and you guys are with me for 2 days"