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BOOK TWO IS ALSO IN THIS BUT IT IS DISCONTINUED!
Alexis Cassidy Baxter. Commonly known as Alex. Football; comfort; determined.
Jayden Bryce. Commonly known as Jay. Soccer; "bad boy" (not really...
We don't want to tell our dreams, We want to show them. ~ CR7 ✨
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"A minute left until the end of the match... there's no way Westville High can beat Bayside now." Kyle smugly remarked. And in all honesty? I totally agreed.
We'd made Westville High run around, begging for the ball. We had them at their knees, and everything belonged to us. You could see on their faces that they just wanted mercy.
After I'd assisted Jayden with his own goal, I jumped on his back again and we both dabbed. And then I did another L in front of James. He wanted to play in the past? I was going to give it to him, but do it in the most Alexis way I could dream of.
I did it with Austin on my back.
To be fair, he was the lightest in the group. What on Earth did he eat? Carrots? I had no idea, but I wasn't complaining. I ran a whole victory lap with Austin on my back.
An ear piercing whistle rejoiced through the 'pitch' - if that's what you could call it - and I dropped like a fish onto the ground. That was by far the most intense match I had played in my entire life. But it was definitely the most entertaining match I'd played too.
The roar of the crowd was deafening, but even more dangerously silent was my heartbeat, racing in my chest. It felt like it was going to explode out of my chest, and it was the best feeling ever.
A figure hovered over me, and I opened my tightly bound eyes. "Come on." He gestured me to take it and a mischievous smile took my features. I took his hand and then pulled myself up.
"Alexis Cassidy Baxter!" He shouted lifting my hand up too. Euphoria exploded at the pits of my stomach and I had never been happier. It had been a longtime since I'd felt anything close to this feeling, and a few tears fell out of my eyes.
Kissing Jayden's cheek, he laughed and hugged me, wiping my few stray tears away. "You were fucking awesome." I embraced him tightly, and he chuckled softly, returning my small gesture.
My eyes caught Andy, however. I decided to show some true sportsmanship and walked my way over to him. Helping him up, I turned my head away.
"You hurt me." I mumbled softly, raw pain dripping out of my mouth. "I know." He replied. "And quite frankly, I don't really care about that now."
I laughed hoarsely. I did care, though. Too bad he didn't. He was, all in all, my best friend. But I guess that was all in the past now.
I began to walk away, before he shouted; "you have no idea how much has happened since... you know." I turned around to answer him, until I saw a girl in a woolly, knitted mahogany sweater and a black skirt, accompanied by black knee high boots to reflect the crisp winter - that wasn't as cold as Britain's summer might I add - of January.
