(A/N: You and Alex are 16.)
You faked out Alex Galchenyuk and kicked the soccer ball into the back of the net.
“Oh wipe the smile off your face!” Alex laughed while chucking the ball back to you.
You hit the ball off your body and let it land on the ground in front of you. You kicked the ball up and juggled it a little before looking over at Alex again. He was staring back at you with his mouth open.
“Take a picture, Al. It’ll last longer.”
His jaw snapped shut when you teased him. “Hey! I’ve just never seen you play.”
You shrugged and set the ball down. “I’m not even playing right now. Most soccer players can juggle.”
You kicked the ball lightly to him.
“I’d like to see you play.” He said while trapping the ball and passing it back to you.
“I play Thursday.” You smiled.
“Well then I’ll come then! I get off practice at 2!”
You sighed. Alex had told you that before, but it seemed something always came up. “Yeah… Don’t worry if you can’t though. I understand.”
Alex stepped forward and lifted your chin. You could feel your heart hammering beneath your ribs. Just when you thought he was going to kiss you, he grabbed your head under his arm. Quickly, he rubbed his knuckles on the top of your head and successfully messed up your ponytail. He laughed as you struggled. Finally he let you go.
“Ugh! Alex!” You said while fixing your hair.
He stuck his tongue out and started running out towards the car.
“LAST ONE TO THE CAR PAYS FOR LUNCH!” He yelled.
You picked up your ball and bag with a smile and ran to keep up with your best friend.
For the next week you found yourself more nervous for the game than you had ever been before.
“Come on, (Y/N). It’s just a normal game. You’ve played all-stars, and playoff games. Nothing’s different.” You told yourself while looking at your reflection in the mirror.
A little voice in the back of your head spoke up, “He’s different…”
You huffed and pushed away from the sink. You hair was up in a pony tail, but parts of it were falling out; a sign of how distracted you were. Your phone buzzed with your first alarm.
“30 minutes till game time!” It read.
“Dang it.” You sighed. You splashed your face with some water and fixed your hair. Carefully you pined back the stray hairs you knew would annoy you during the game.
“(Y/N)! You gotta go!” Your mom yelled from downstairs.
You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. “This is as ready as you’ll ever be.”
You shrugged your bag over your shoulder and met up with her downstairs.
“(Y/L/N)!” You popped up off the ground when your couch yelled, “Go in for Carlisle. Half back.”
You nodded and ran onto the field. It was your time to shine. You teamates were setting up the ball at the half point. During this time you chose to look out into the croud for Alex.
“(Y/N)!” One of the forwards shouted before kicking the ball back to you.
You reacted quickly and booted the ball up the field. All of a sudden Alex was out of your head. You were in complete soccer mode. You knew what to do without thinking to hard. Run. And when the ball was kicked back into your zone? Run again. This time in the other direction.
