Best friends with the bad boy's

Chapter 8: 'Begging Cheerleaders'

I'm currently in 4th period which is my free and I am seriously considering becoming a stripper to avoid school in general, they are a bit all over the place here.

There has been no noticeable consistency of people in any of my classes and that is definitely not a bad thing, I haven't met one nice person, that girl who likes Percy Jackson seemed decent though.

Anyways, for my free period I decided to check out the soccer field, I have recently learned that there is no girls soccer team around here because it's not 'normal'. Which I'm not surprised by but still it hurt not being able to play.

I strolled out to the field to find a similar scene to my old school, there was some guys playing soccer and some girls sighing and cooing at them, but still it wasn't as playful it was still quite tense and way too competitive for a game played in your free period.

I walked into the pitch getting a few strange looks seeing as there was no girls on there.

A ball suddenly rolled up and stopped right at my feet, what can I say, soccer might just be able to find me any where.

"Hey girly, pass it to Clyde so he can kick it over" I looked up to see a 6ft something guy standing in as a mid field in a very sloppy 4-4-2 formation which definitely would not hold up well with literally any teams in there league devision.

This Clyde guy was about 15ft away making kicking gestures to me, now a normal not egotistical girl would have just done a quick side of the foot short pass and been over with it but that is not me, which is why I said

"If Clyde can get it off of me I'll pass it to him" I know that kind of defeats the purpose of passing it to him but I could see the challenge sparking in there eyes so they didn't pay much attention to the detail.

"Betcha cant even keep possession of the all for more than 10 seconds" He said smugly

"How much are you betting" I countered

"$100" He said with a confident smile which I was now was excited to wipe off of his face

"Deal" I muttered waiting for Clyde to make his move and when he did it was easily countered

I mean seriously he just stuck his foot out, I know he might be holding back a bit because I'm a girl and all but if he played a match like that they are definitely not winning anything

I started juggling the ball on my feet "come on buddy, don't hold back" I chided tauntingly

He made a decent move this time by trying to trick me by switching feet at the last second but I just juggled it up on my knee then to my head then back to my knee, he was getting a bit fed up now so he ditched foot ball altogether and just pushed me and stole the ball

I could here some whoops and cheers for his team mates which seriously annoyed me

"Are you that intimidated by a girl that you have to literally push her to the ground to gain possession of the ball, I can see why you guys don't have the greatest team" I said hotly

He turned around with a look that was a mixture of disbelief and anger

"Who do you think you are" he practically roared

"Alaska Peaks, nice to meet you" I said putting my hand out as if to shake his

He clearly didn't find my humor funny as he let out a low growl and stalked towards me

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you"

"Good thing your not me, am I right" I pushed

He was about to say something else when we heard someone call out