His Soccer Girl

One - Mr Middle

"I still can't believe you did that" I chuckled, shaking my head at Carly.

She shrugged, lightly flicking the ice-pack I was holding against my injured shoulder

"That bitch can't get away with what she did to you babe"

"So," my friend Rachel flicked Carly in the back of the head "most certainly doesn't mean you give her a black eye"

Rachel was always the cautious one of the group, although stick her in midfield and she'll be off before you can blink.

"Ya know that means Coach will keep you off first half" I pointed out, pushing open the door with my non-injured arm.

"It's all good" Carly shrugged again, "I'll just save all your asses in the second half"

"Language!" Teresa called to her daughter from in front of us, already in the que for food. We laughed and lined up behind her.

"Gracie darling," Teresa said as she patted my head, "you go rest that shoulder and find a table for us"

I nodded, rolling my eyes as soon as my head was turned. I couldn't understand why Teresa was so worried every time we got an injury in soccer, it wasn't the safest sport in the universe, and every week one of us got injured.

I found a booth near the back and sat down, grunting as my shoulder came in contact with the wooden table. Whoops!

A few minutes later, Teresa and the girls came over, Carly handing me my food. I smiled and grabbed a fry, opening the lid of my chocolate shake before dipping it in and moaning.

Hey, don't knock it till you try it.

"Ergh!" Rachel grimaced, "I don't know how you could possibly eat that, it is so unhealthy"

"God" I groaned, "you sound like my mother"

"Hey!" Carly interjected "Leave poor Gracie alone, she's been through enough already"

I glared at Carly while she grinned cheekily at me.

"But dude it was so funny when you flipped her the bird! I thought I was gonna pass out!"

I grinned. I wasn't exactly a kind person on the field, and everybody knew that. Let's just say that in my days I have gotten quite a few yellow and red cards...

"I probably should have expected her going for revenge," I shrugged "But I mean, who knew she could get her leg so high?"

The truth was, sometimes I was a bit impulsive, and when I saw an opposing player, Tina, going to tackle Jenna, a girl in our team, I couldn't just stand and watch.

And by successfully attaining the ball, I had also managed to skilfully multitask and show her Mr Middle, if you know what I mean.

Had I known she was an amazing martial artist, I probably would have been slightly more prepared for the surprisingly powerful round house kick delivered to my shoulder at the end of the game.
Oh well!

Rachel giggled and added, "And who knew she'd go down that easily when Carly hit her"

We all started laughing at this. I mean, no offence to poor Tina, God bless her soul, but messing with an angry Latino (AKA Carly) was probably the stupidest thing ever!

Carly shrugged again, "stupid bitc-"

"CARLITA MARIANA CAMILA GARCIA! Don't you dare finish that sentence young lady!" All three of us grimaced at Teresa's yelling.

"Ai Mama, stop shouting" Carly rubbed her ears as she glared at her mother.

Rachel and I tried to muffle our laughs behind our hands, but failed.

Carly glared at us before crossing her arms.

"Carly, we should be going anyway" Teresa sighed, "I have to pick up Toni"

"Carly can stay here if you want Teresa, I can have my mother take her home when she picks us up" I offer.

"Ohh could you Grace?" Teresa smiled "That would be wonderful!"
She ran around and hugged me unexpectedly, pushing me rather awkwardly into her large chest.

"Mama you're smothering her" Carly sighed crossing her arms again.

"Right, well thank you again Gracie, I must go, Carly, behave!" Teresa sent one more pointed glance to her daughter before rushing off.

"Carly, we should probably go" I sighed, looking at my phone

"Yeah, my Mum's on her way as well"

Rachel sighed, and we quickly packed out things, standing up.

I was so busy talking to Carly and holding the ice to my shoulder that I didn't notice the person in front of me in time, and before either of us could react, I had spilt what was left of my chocolate shake all over their shirt.

"Shoot, sorry I-" I cut myself off as I looked up to meet the eyes of Austin Barnes.