Love through Football

2. Are We In?!

Chapter 2

I finally arrived home from the tattoo parlor. The pain in my arm was still there. Totally worth it though....

I don't really know how my parents will react to this. But one thing's for sure, I'll be going to school on my skateboard and not my sexy motorcycle. Yes, I have a pretty midnight black motorcycle. My dad bought it for me on my seventeenth birthday and till now at the age of 18 I'm still stuck with it.

I checked my surroundings. A sigh of relief came flooding through me as I didn't find anyone in the house.

I threw my keys on the counter top and headed straight to my room. I removed my leather jacket and replaced it with a soft grey hoodie. Gosh this shit is so comfortable. I turned on my play station and played a bit of Fifa 15.

* * *

After a few hours of shooting and scoring. I heard a knock on the door downstairs. I immediately turned off my play station, ran down the stairs to the kitchen and pretended to get a Coke out of the fridge.

"Oh hey Roe, you're home early!" My mother said, carrying my annoying sister's bag. She placed it on the couch and turned to look at me.

"So how was school?" she asks.

"Like always," I reply with a big innocent smile.

I heard another knock on the door. My dad probably got back from France. About time. My sister Dalia ran to the door, unlocked it and hugged him tightly.

Daddy's little bitch.

"Daaaaaddd! I've missed you!" Dalia said, grinning widely.

"I've missed you too sweetie," my dad said, hugging her back.

Then my mother also tagged along and began welcoming him home. He placed a kiss on both their foreheads while here I sat there, sipping on my Coke, watching the drama unfold in front of me.

In a family like this, I don't need to watch a reality show. In fact, I was already living one.

"Roe," my dad finally said, making his way towards me. He hugged me too tightly and god I'll tell you, I don't think that tattoo is worth it anymore. The pressure of his embrace brought back the agony of my fresh tattoos.

"Daaaa-aad," I said, chocking on my a's because my hand was throbbing like a bitch.

"Whats wrong?" my dad said, his smile fading.

"Nothing. Just missed you, that's all," he stares at me suspiciously so I continue awkwardly. "Uh, so how was France?"

"It was BEAUTIFUL! I'm definitely taking you guys there one day," he said, putting the smile back on his face.

"Really? That would be awesome!" I told him with a genuine smile. He started blabbering things about how Paris was really beautiful.

My phone rang, interrupting my dad from what he was about to say next.

"Just a minute," I said while I walked upstairs to respond to the call. I checked the caller's ID. It was the one and only . . . Tani Hart.

"What's up T," I told her.

"Hey, uh, so about the tryouts, it's way earlier than I expected. It's, uh, t-tomorrow," she informs me apprehensively.

"What!! We've barely had time to even decide what position we're playing in, let alone practicing!" I told her worriedly.

"Yeah, I know but we don't really need practice. We've done that so many times. I don't think it'll be a problem. Oh, and by the way wear the white superfly shoes, they're sexier," she told me smugly. I know she's smiling like a donkey since she was the one who bought me those shoes.

"Yeah yeah," I told her, rolling my eyes in amusement.

"So tomorrow wake up early because I'm picking you up," she said.

"Yeah okay. Anyways, I gotta go, see ya dude," I told her. I really needed my ps4 right now.

"See you," Tani said in response.

I hung up and opened the source panel to play the ps4.

* * *

My alarm rang, disturbing my peaceful sleep. I got up, made my way to my cabin and grabbed a Nike bag. I threw in my jersey, socks, shin pads, shoes, and all the essentials inside. It was tryouts day and I was tense as fuck. Then, I staggered drowsily to the bathroom and started brushing my long black hair back in a messy ponytail. Tani hadn't arrived yet so I strolled downstairs, grabbed an apple and sat on the counter top waiting for her.

'I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch' went my phone. I answered quickly so that my parents wouldn't hear it. What the fuck? I thought I had set it on vibrate. Stupid phone!

"Hey what's up?" I said.

"Hey, I'm outside your house. Come quick, I ain't waiting forever," Tani said.

I hung up and got my things before walking towards her Ferrari. Tani was rich! So rich that her house wasn't even a house, it was a freaking mansion!

I slid into the passenger seat and she drove off and since it's Tani, you can't expect her to drive safely. She was the worst driver I ever knew. I've always wondered how she got her driver's license. I bet she seduced the poor guy who was examining her.

The whole car ride was spent in advising each other on how to impress the scouts. We'd finally reached and it was about time too. We were so tense. The scouts could choose any one of us or none at all. I bet they'll think that I'm some kind of delinquent due to my new tattoos and my spunky look. Judgy little shits! I went to the sign-up area where we were assigned jerseys and numbers and they divided us into 4 teams.

The two teams, blue and yellow, played first while Tani and I sat there watching the match in silence. I clenched my red, number 13 jersey while trying to figure out the scouts' impressions. I was so anxious. Im not sure I would impress them.

We waited for our turn in silence. I felt so light-headed. If I did a header with the ball during the match, my head would probably fall off.

The match ended with a score of 1-2. Then it was our turn in the field. I was assigned as a midfielder along with Tani, who was wearing her red, number 10 jersey shirt. Thank god we're in the same team!

RED VS GREEN

We took our positions. The referee whistled, signaling that the game had started. We were waiting for the ball to come to us. The 2 bitches who were playing striker in our team never even bothered passing the ball to us. They were only passing to each other. As a result, the opposing team easily took the ball from them when one of them made the wrong move.

I finally got my chance by blocking the ball from going any further and passed it to the pretty, dark girl, (I'm not a lesbian but she really was pretty), who in turn passed it to Tani. Sensing her intention, I ran towards the goal and as I expected, she gave a long pass to me. I successfully if not easily headered it and GOALL!!!

I motherfucking scored with Tani's assistance. Heck yeah! I'm lucky my head didn't fall off though . . .

Our opponents had formed a strong defense which made it almost impossible for us to pass through the center; we kept making back passes until we had an opening.

The match ended with a score of 1-0. We returned to our locker room feeling very frustrated that we hadn't scored more.

The scouts soon came to meet us in our changing room. A long-haired blonde stepped forward and said "Numbers 13 red and 7 red, you have a meeting tomorrow."

Another scout stepped forward and said "Numbers 10 red, 5 green and 3 blue, the same goes for you. You're dismissed."

Tani and I headed towards her car chatting excitedly.

"OH MY GOD! DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE IN?" I asked happily.

"I don't know but I really do hope so!!!" Tani said, grinning widely.

The whole drive home, we asked numerous what ifs and thought about the many possibilities that might just have opened up to us.