It was currently 4:52 am and Shay had no idea what she was doing. Her alarm had went off a few minutes ago and still she refused to move from her bed. She wondered why anyone would even attempt to get up this early, even kicking a soccer ball up and down a field until the sun came up wasn't nearly a good enough reason.
At exactly 5 o'clock James had sent her a text that motivated her to actually get up and get ready. He was just making sure she was awake and wasn't blowing him off to sleep.
Shay quickly put on a hoodie and some black tights along with some old trainers form last year that were barley used. She was not expert at soccer but she figured she new the basics. You kick the ball up the field and shoot a goal when close enough.
Once she brushed her teeth and got changed she decided to skip breakfast and leave as soon as she grabbed a water bottle. At the same time she opened the fridge her front door opened and out stepped the one and only Alex Fuentes.
"You!" Shay yelled as soon as she spotted her and ran towards the blonde girl slowly creeping into the house.
"Me." Alex mumbled as Shay charged towards her.
"Where the hell do you think you've been?" She threw her arms up and then crossed them, waiting for her best friend to explain.
"Out." Alex said quietly. "I'm sorry, I was going to call-"
"But what?" Shay snapped.
"But my phone died."
"And there was no other phone anywhere that you could have used?" Shay was getting more angry even though this had happened many times before.
"Chill, okay." Alex shushed her best friend. Her voice was too loud and it was evident that she was hungover. "I'm sorry."
"Where did you go? Miami again? Or was it Vegas?"
"It was only a couple of days!" Her friend argued back.
"I was worried."
"Well I'm fine." Alex huffed. "Your parents called me the day I unexpectedly left, they'll be here soon."
"How nice of you to let me know." Shay said and Alex rolled her eyes.
"Not like soon as in today, I mean a couple of-"
"Don't change the subject!" Shay warned and Alex quietened down.
"Look," Alex sighed. "I've got a killer migraine and I need to lay down, can we finish this some other time? Like tomorrow once I regain all my energy."
"What the hell were you doing?"
"Trust me, you do not want the details."
"Fine." Shay said and walked back into the kitchen to get her water bottle. "As long as you didn't bring home any diseases I guess we can finish this later." Alex eyed her suspiciously.
"Where are you going?"
"Out." Shay said bluntly and walked towards the door. Alex shrugged and trudged to her bedroom and fell into bed.
Shay exited their house and started walking towards the oval where her and James had planned to meet. She had reached the end of her street and already she was regretting waking up. Not only was it still dark out, but she was already starting to loose her breath.
She followed the street lights and soon spotted a familiar motorbike parked outside the brightly lit oval. She saw James already on the oval kicking the ball to himself and the goal. Once Shay came into James's view he picked up the ball and jogged up to her.
