UNEDITED VERSION
To break free of the stereotypical box that high school placed her in, Charlie must team up with Liam, the new soccer player on the team her dad coaches.
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Girls fall at Liam's feet - except Charlie. She...
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Ineffable (adjective)
- incapable of being expressed or described in words; inexpressible.
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"You're the captain. It's your call to make," Christian drawled in a bored tone, his icy eyes fixated on the road ahead.
Tuesday mornings were slightly better for me, perhaps because it wasn't a Monday. I didn't feel as unhappy as I did yesterday so I anticipated that today wouldn't be that bad. The landscape passed by slowly because Christian drove like a damn tortoise. I didn't mind in the least, wanting to postpone our arrival at school for as long as possible.
Caleb stirred in the passenger seat, tapping his fingers on the window. "Yeah but Nolan has always been our striker."
An annoyed puff of air escaped my lips as I listened to my brothers quarrel over the same topic which started at the breakfast table. "Then keep him as a striker," I disrupted, witnessing Caleb smile at me in favour. "Liam can be a substitute." In all honesty, I was just sick of hearing them argue about it the entire time.
Dad had brought up the matter of a match they were having in two months time against Martelle High. Various University scouts would be present at that match, searching for the most qualified players on the field to fill up their rosters. It was imperative that the Lakeside Lions put their best foot forward.
Which brought us to the situation at hand. Liam had just recently joined the team which meant that they had to find him a suitable position. For the time being, he was the central midfielder since our original one, Nick, was pulled off from the team due to bad grades.
But we all knew which position Liam played best. On his previous team, he was the striker but we already had one - Nolan. And now my two dear brothers were bickering over who should fill the position.
"But Liam plays better," Christian shot back with zero emotion in his tone. Both Caleb and I eyeballed him, incapable of believing that he truly said someone played striker better than Nolan. "Don't look at me like that," he rolled his eyes, a weary yawn sounding from him.
"Nolan's the best striker at our school," Caleb defended with wide eyes as the car stopped in the parking lot. I sat fixated in my seat, seatbelt bandaged securely around me as I turned to gawk at my brothers.
Christian let out another yawn - which aggravated Caleb - as he turned off the vehicle. "Liam goes to our school now." He raised a challenging brow. "So, not anymore."
It was entertaining, to say the least, seeing my brothers go at one another. But I couldn't help but feel disconcerted. Christian despised everyone yet here he was defending Liam Finnegan, a guy who was previously on the contending team. "I thought you hated Liam," I stated unobtrusively, unbuckling my seatbelt and swinging my bag onto my shoulder.
