For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the sporty one in my school. And even before that honestly, I was the one running around the house with a ball, convinced I could play basketball at only four years old.
So as you can imagine, staring high school was a dream for me, as it meant that there were so many opportunities for sports teams. In my first year, I joined every sports team possible. In my next, they introduced a year round soccer team, and I jumped at that, dropping all of my other sports. As it was a big high school, there were many girls to choose from, and so our team quickly rose up in the ranks, finishing in first places for the past two years.
Now here I was, playing centre in my fourth (and final) year of school. It didn’t come as a shock to anyone, as the coach loved me, and I was clearly the best player. Maybe that’s a little conceited to say but hey, it’s true. I mean, I’d been taking private soccer lessons since I was five, and attending soccer camp every summer since the age of seven.
I had always had a lot of fun at soccer camp, as I was always the best there, and the other kids were impressed with me. However this past year, there was one person who was a little less than astounded with my tricks. It was no one important, just some stupid blonde kid with a stupid lip ring. I tried to be nice to him at first, I really did. I mean, I’m not going to lie, I did find him pretty attractive. But that all ended when he decided to call me cocky, and beat me in the first game we played. The only thing that comforted me was the fact that after the summer, I would probably ever see him again.
Anyway, as I was saying, it didn’t come as a shock to anyone. And so that’s how I ended up in the dressing room, sitting beside the goalie on a bench as the coach explained how the game today would work. It was just going to be a recreational game between us and the boy’s preparatory school ten minutes away. Everyone else seemed a little pissed off about it, because most of them were missing gym class to play a meaningless game, but I was happy. I mean, I was missing a math test for it, and both schools were attending -as it was a short walk for the boys and played at the girls’ field- so I would get to scout out any cute boys and impress them with my soccer abilities.
On top of this, our coach had also hinted that she may have roped a few college scouts to come to one of our games this year, and this may be the one. At least that’s what the buzz around the dressing room was about, but I didn’t understand why they would come to this one, as it was supposed to be a fairly low-key game with minimal pressure. Just as I was thinking this, the right midfield for our team walked in, reminding me of why no game could ever be minimum pressure for me. She went behind a locker bank to where I knew her locker was and flounced back out a second later, shin pads and cleats in hand. Glancing around the room, she rolled her eyes realizing that the only empty seat was directly beside me before coming over and plopping down there.
“Why are you staring at me freak?” She asked harshly, snapping me out of my daze and making me realize that I hadn’t looked away from her for the past five minutes.
“What’s got you angry today?” I bit back, pulling my hair up and tying it into a ponytail quickly.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that I was robbed of my position of forward because of you.”
“Let’s be honest, the goalie would have been better than you Allison.”
“You know what? Screw you Sophie. I’d be a better forward than you ever will be. Everyone knows that you only play the star position because you’re the coach’s favourite.”
“Whatever” I mumbled, embarrassed and glad that no one around had heard. Instead they were all busy chattering about the fitness exam that they had missed, or the cute guys they had seen in the crowd when we first came into the dressing room about an hour ago.
Allison smirked in my direction before getting up and walking off to the bathroom in the changing room, her spot quickly filled by a girl who plays on defense and one of my friends on the team, Madison.
“She’s just mad because she wants to be the favourite. But she never will be, mainly because of the fact that she’s only scored four goals all season.”
“Thanks Maddie. She’s just mad that no cute guys hit on her on the way in. I saw her get shot down once actually.”
“Maybe they could sense the underlying bitchy-ness in her.” Maddie jokes, elbowing my ribs so as to get a laugh from me. The coach comes into the room at this point, causing all of our heads to snap in her direction.
“Alright girls, eyes up here.” All conversations that were still being held cease as we turn to look at our coach. “So as you know, this is just a fun game that we have every year. However that being said, we are Mother Theresa Prep School. We don’t lose. And if that’s not enough incentive for you, remember that the captain of the winning team gets to make the captain of the losing team their personal “slave” so to speak for the day. And I haven’t heard a single good thing about their team captain this year. So let’s not torture Sophie, and let’s win this girls.” We all cheered at the end of her speech, getting up to put our hands in the middle. “Ready Sophie?”
“Ready. Eagles on three” I started our cheer, everyone counting down before throwing our hands in the air and screaming our team name. We all streamed out of the room and onto the field, girly cheers erupting from the stadium as our school cheered for us. We started our warm-up, jogging laps and kicking balls at the net, only stopping once to sneak a quick glance at the other team as they ran onto the field, cheers once again filling the air.
“Bring it in girls.” Coach Williams’ voice rang out across the field, her hand raised in the air to call us in. We all ran over, sitting down on the benches as she read off the line-up. I wasn’t shocked to hear that I would be starting on, and that Morgan (the other centre) would be subbing in for me. I ran onto the field, but froze in spot as I saw who the centre-and judging by the “C” on his jersey, captain- of the boy’s team was.
Stupid Blonde Lip Rig Guy from camp *~*~*~*
Hey Guys! Thanks for joining me again on this story, I paln to update a lot more frequently than my last, hopefully once a week. Anyway, here y'all go, hope you enjoy!
Very first dedication of this story is going to go to appleashton because they're the onlyperson that's read one of my stories that I know for sure likes 5sos
