Our Hidden Light

Chapter 1

One coach, one team, one me. That's all it took for my life to come spiraling down. Me a sixteen year old sophmore had gotten myself in a heap of trouble just by joining a sports team. It was already a controversy in my small town from what sport I was joining. I, a girl just had to join the football team.

It was a big deal in my town from what I was doing. Many people discouraged me. They said I couldn't make it. They said I was to weak. Well I showed them. Though that's not what I'm here to talk about. I want to share my story with you.

So I'm a girl and I'm going to check out the boys on my football team. None of them were worth my time. The person who I was looking at was my coach. Boy was he good looking. The prime example of fit. I knew that being with him would be impossible but a girl could have fantasies right? Besides he's twenty two and I'm sixteen.

Coach was tall with brown curly hair and dark eyes. Maybe it was his sun kissed skin or his forever rippling muscles that got me but I all I knew was that I was sprung. I knew that we could never be. I knew that it would be ridiculous to think otherwise. Still my mind wandered to his toned stomach every time I got a chance.

I could have made it easier for myself by sitting in the back during our stretches, but instead I sat in the front. I was that much closer to being near my coach. At the time I felt like I was being sort of stalkerish by trying to be near him as much as possible. I wonder if he ever noticed.

Now don't get me wrong I wasn't the only one who checked out my coach. Practically all the girls at our school did. I was just one of the only ones who had the excuse to getting closer to him. It was only a puppy dog crush. Nothing serious, nothing that would be subjected as wrong in the eyes of others.

Back then that's what it seemed like, and maybe in the beginning that's what it was. I sometimes laugh at how I acted then. Like a lost puppy dog trying to find some attention. Quite comical if I do say so myself.

I guess I should start from the very beginning. Right before tryouts. I had been walking with my best friend Quynn down to the gym to get changed. She was the complete opposite of me. Instead of trying out for the football team she was going out for cheerleading. She was a makeup guru, pink connoisseur, and i was none of that. Yet we still got along just fine.

It was in the changing rooms that the conversation of my soon to be coach came up. Quynn was gushing over him. I had yet to see what he looks like.

"I envy you RiRi. With a coach like yours I wouldn't mind being on the football team."

She was using her nickname for me as always. She refused to call me Shuree.

"First off he isn't even my coach yet and second off he probably isn't even that cute."

Boy was I wrong at the time.