"All the hurt, all the lies
All the tears that they cry
When the moment is just right
You see fire in their eyes.."
-Superheroes by The Script
~ Avalynn ~
I was paralyzed.
I couldn't move, not even blink. I just started at the door this mysterious, yet extremely beautiful human being left through.
What was happening to me?
I felt this strange feeling, like a physical attraction towards him and I wanted, needed to see him again.
And deep down I somehow knew that I will.
* * *
" I heard the practise didn't take place yesterday, the coach didn't show up or something" Quinn said while we were sitting in the library doing our history assignments.
"Guess it's a good thing I didn't go then" I smiled at her sweetly as her face changed into disbelieve.
"Are you serious? C'mon Ava, I told you you had to go there! At least try it out again." Quinn started pouting and I rolled my eyes.
"Why do you want me to go there sooo badly anyway?" I seriously don't get it. If she wants it so badly she can join the team herself.
"I- uh because you're extremely good and I don't want you to waste your talent?" it sounded more like a question.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go there so you can come and watch me and while watching me, also watch the guys team practise?" I joked laughing slightly.
When I didn't get an answer I turned around to look at her. She was avoiding my gaze and her cheeks turned a light red. My eyes widened.
"Oh my god! You are! Do you have a crush on one of the boys?!" I whisper-shouted completely shocked that the shy-little Quincy, who never even dared talking to one boy actually has a crush.
She looked at me before nodding, smiling slightly.
"No way! who is it?" My eyes felt like they were going to fall out any moment but I didn't care.
"The new guy, who moved here last week from Chicago" she mumbled. "He's in our history class."
I started to think back and imidiatly knew who she was talking about.
"Are you talking about this Nate guy?" I asked knowing the answer.
She nodded blushing even more. Nate seemed like a nice guy but he is the complete opposite of Quincy.
"Alright then, if that's the case I might even consider stopping by the practise later." I smiled at her reasuringly not even thinking about it.
She squealed jumping up and hugging me making me wince. The bruises I got yesterday night from my dad were still fresh and hurt like hell.
"You're seriously a great person Ava" she smiled at me and I nodded at her, wondering why it is always the good people who get the worst life.
* * *
I don't know if people are reallz that dump to not realise that if you talk about someone right behind their back - literally behind their back that they will hear it.
All these murmers and shocked faces when I entered the girls locker room where frightening but still kind of hillarious.
I don't know if I should laugh or go hide in a corner.
Is it really that strange for a girl like me to join the soccer team?
I decided to ignore all those whispers and glares I got from all these blond bimbos and changed into my sweats and a shirt before leaven the locker room.
To be honest I have never been so nervous before. It's been so long since I last played and everything is coming back just by looking at the field.
I can't do this.
But you have to.
My subconscious was shaking her head at me with her arms crossed over her chest as if being disappointed.
You promised Quincy that you would try.
She was right. I had to atleast try.
Not only for Quinn, but for myself too.I was just about to start my laps around the field when a rather deep and might I say familiar voice was heard.
"Everyone, get over here!"
No.
It can't be.
Slowly I turned around and locked my eyed with a pair of angelic green ones.
Green eyes, which have been hunting me since the last time I saw them.
There in front of me, stood the same man I couldn't get out of my mind for the last 24 hours.
And he wasn't just any man.
He was the man Quincy kept talking about.
He was Coach Styles.
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A/n
It's short, i know i'm sorry..
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FanfictionShe is 17 - He is 25 She has rarely any friends - He has always been a popular guy She doesn't get noticed by any boy - He has girls just waiting for him to f*ck them. She is the nerd of the school.. .. And he is her soccer coach.