A Unique Crossover

Chapter104: An Aussie day

Yet my sarcasm wanted him to bleed, "Me? Mad at you? Noooo...."

Walking away from him while putting my earpod back into my ear. Walking down the benches, I grabbed the large bag that had the extra soccer balls.

Carrying them to center field, having a pile inside the circle. Then, one by one, I kicked them towards the goalpost. I'm not really aiming for a goal, just trying to hurt David without actually harming him. Each ball was his face, that stupid, handsome, charming face that I've fallen hard for.

The face that belonged to the one person who made me feel seen outside of my family. The guy who always made me believe that I could overcome anything that I put my mind to.

As I was about to kick the tenth ball, someone tapped my shoulder. Looking over my shoulder to find Riley standing, pausing the music, "What's up?"

"What are you doing?" He said with a cold tone, staring at me with annoyance. As if I'd done something that irritated him, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Scoffing at my sarcastic response, still staring at me with venom, "The way you have been aiming for a goal from here aimlessly is atrociously pathetic. You can score free kicks with perfect accuracy, but you've been hitting the top post eight times!!"

"If it's soooo easy, then why don't you score a goal, 'Mr Awesome'?" I snapped at him, nearly slamming the ball into his stomach.

I wasn't even trying to score from the center field. This was just to blow off some steam, but apparently, I can't do that in damn peace.

A cocky grin beamed on his face as he stepped forward, "Pay attention, Kakarot. You might learn something."

"Whatever, Prince," I mumbled as Riley's eyes sharpened their sight on the goal. That's the first time I actually took notice of it.

The balls that I've kicked were scattered in front of the goalpost. None were inside the net, which instantly made me ashamed. I know that I wasn't really trying to score, but I'm not known to be a slumppy player. Even though I wasn't trying to score.

Riley took two deep breaths before busting his left foot into the ball. Lifting it off the ground, flying through the air. Finding its target at the top left corner.

Nodding my head in disbelief before seeing another ball placed on the white spot. "When you're trying to score from this range, you have to know how to kick the ball."

Lightly, he pushed me towards the ball, as if I was afraid of it. Then, he took my right foot, placing it beside the ball, "When you kick, try having the tip of your boot till the middle of your foot."

Staring at the ball, picturing the moment that my foot had to move. Once, I think I had the idea, taking three steps back. And then, I was on top of the ball, throwing my foot into the side with the tip of my boot till the middle of my foot. Just as Riley told me.

The ball curved and sliced through the air, heading straight for the left top corner of the post. Kissing the arch before it flew forward and not into the net.

Turning to Riley, who had a less annoyed expression, "Nicely done, Hawkins." Giving him a smile of thanks before he rolled another ball forward, "Try again."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Jimmy hobbled towards me. Staring at Riley as if he made a very bad Dad joke, "What are you teaching the girl? That's not how you score from the center field."

Crossing his arms, raising an eyebrow, "What are you talking about, Jims?"

"You're teaching her wrong," Jimmy said, then he lightly hit my calf with his crunch, "You know, as a dancer, your posture is terrible."

My jaw dropped before smacking his butt cheek with my foot, "My posture is flawless, excuse me."

Shaking his head before standing behind me. Twisting and turning my shoulders in weird directions, "When you kick the ball, you must have an excellent posture. Drop your shoulder slightly while using your arms for balance."

"Wrong!" Eric said with Timmy, Diego, Josiah, Jade, and Tylan joining him. Next thing I know, each one of them is arguing with each other about the perfect method for scoring from the center field.

While listening and taking most of their advice, I couldn't help feeling less heavy. Before practice, I was so sad and heartbroken that all I wanted was for the day to be over.

But having this moment with the guys reminded me a lot of Carter. Whenever I was practicing, he would always try to teach me something new that he either saw on TV or that his brother did.

Carter would always talk about his brother. His 'lifetime best mate', he used to call him. He would always talk about how his brother would become one of the greatest football players ever.

Every single time he would speak about this brother of his, I would always wonder who he was. What kind of player was he? How amazing was he actually on the field?

Carter always said that I would meet his brother and family one day. But when he passed away, I never got to meet them. Only Junaid had ever met them, which I was always secretly jealous of.

I haven't thought that I would miss those times until now. Or how I always wondered how amazing his brother played. And if I had played a one-on-one with him someday.