Liam and Jamie
POV: Jamie.
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I've been the boys soccer team manager for at least a month, and it's been so enjoyable. The guys are not as loving as the girls, but at least they don't shit talk and exclude others. They respected me as manager and brought them into their conversations while as with the girls soccer team I would be struggling immensely to fit in with the team.
"Hey can I sit here?" Liam points at the empty seat right next to me.
"Uh yeah sure." I'm doodling in my history notebook, with the boys soccer equipment underneath my feet.
Liam and I have been getting closer, in practices when I'm allowed to be in scrimmages he will always find a way for me to be on this team. Here and there when I'm not busy doing any manager work or anything, he would strike up a conversation with me out of the blue. Colt always had something to say about it, but Liam ignored him and just played his game like I advised him to.
Today was a long 2 hour ride to Everest HighSchool. The girls didn't even verse that team, or else I would've remembered it. I didn't know how good they were and where the HighSchool was either. It was awesome to get out of school early because of the game, especially if you weren't even playing on the field.
Liam's friends crowd the seat to the left of us, whispering suspiciously. I could see Liam was starting to get annoyed, but he brushed it off with ease.
"How's the team today?" I ask.
"Um. Everest always sucks," he affirms, "so we are never worried about it."
And like always, we would always get in small conversations about mostly anything. In addition, there were lots elbowing and punching Liam in the gut, after he would say a really stupid comment that I couldn't stand.
"Makes sense why you have a D in Chemistry," I laugh.
"Settle down Jamie," he whispers, "Team needs me not to be ineligible."
I roll my eyes. After a long exhausting ride, we were finally here at Everest High School. The bus stops, and every kid is ready to get off. I pick up the equipment: first aid, cones, soccer balls and everything, but my hand was halted by a guy who was way stronger than me.
"I can help, Jamie." Liam uses his hand to grab the handle bar of the ball bag.
His friends snicker behind him, and it seems like he was agitated again, but when he walks with the breeze hitting him he seems relaxed. I grab the other easy equipment and walk out of the bus. We walk to the back of the school and approach the track/football stadium where soccer was held here. We approach a bench and drop our equipment.
"Thanks Liam," I give him a sweet smile.
"No problem," he is about to walk away onto the field but I catch his attention.
"Wait," I pause, "Good luck on the game, I know you are going to kill it!"
"I will try, Jamie, I will try,"
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The game was about to start, and the boys were warming up. I glanced at the other team and was horrified by their disorganization on the field and lack of spacing. It seemed like an easy win for the boys.
Suddenly, I started to feel really cold and a shiver. My dumbass didn't know how cold it would be out here. I started to regret my decision of leaving my coat in my car. I was bundled up in a little snowball.
Liam got a caught of me and started to stare at me. At this point, he was coming over to the bench, where I sat down.
"Hey do you need anything?" He asked, "Like a sweater or something?"
"I don't really kn—"
He vigorously fishes for a sweater in his equipment bag under the bench. He gives it to me: the red/blue sweater, in the front it said Intramural's 2017 Champion, on the back it said Liam's last name-Neary. The sweater was decently big on me and comfy, with a lot of warmth. I could smell the scent of Liam, which I could admit, not to be awkward he smelled really nice. I goofily put the sweater on. I loved it so much, but I couldn't tell him that.
"Liam, Thank you!" I hug him for a second wearing his own red-blue sweater.
"Woah," Liam's acts surprised but retains control of himself, "Uh, I mean you don't have to thank me, you just need a jacket that's all."
"Good luck again Liam," I scream.
As he walked away, I looked down to see the sweater I was wearing and I could feel a blush rising up in my cheeks.
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