Brooklyn's Pov:
I can never quite get over how it feels to play soccer or go to the practices. I can never get over the smell of freshly cut grass or how when you run all your concentrations is on the ball. How you have to multitask when you're running with the ball, whether to pass it or try to trick the other person in order to get pass them. The rush, the pain, and the game is what I wish to do for the rest of my life. Join an official team, maybe Spain or Portugal. It was always a thought and it would always something on my mind.
It kept me sane when the world was just the opposite, insane.
It was a little over 6, and practices was already over. I was the only person on the field, trying to see how I can improve.
I was damped in my own sweat and sometimes it would get in my eyes causing me to simply wash it off and deal with the sting I felt in my eyes.
Today was a rather weird day for me. I had yet to see Jenna which made things odd for me since I always see her, but that's not what made things weird for me.
It was more like, Emma.
That girl is something else.
When she was laying on my lap as she took a nap, I couldn't help but to study her face.
How she had freckles near her nose and under her eyes yet, they were hard to notices. The way she smell of vanilla. How her glasses were rather big for her. How much I wanted to see her eyes colors and when she finally opened them, I knew I instantly hated her glasses. Her eyes hid behind them, along with her body with her clothes. I never understood why she would hide her body behind her jackets but I just wish she didn't.
Yet, the weird thing is, how I think I meant have feelings for her, but that couldn't be, since I'm not about that.
I needed to focus on what was important to me right now and that was winning this stupid bet I had with Chloe.
"Gosh, I swear soccer is the only thing that keeps me sane." I thought to myself as I shot the soccer ball and made a goal.
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Chloe's Pov:
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T WANNA BE ON MY SQUAT!"
"Listen, it's nothing personal, it's just I don't want to deal with Brooklyn or her friends."
"I promise you, she won't be bothering you anymore."
"That's just the thing, she's sweet, but I don't know if that's your doing or hers, sorry again."
"Ugh, fine."
Shaking my head, I couldn't help but to stare at Hanna as she walked away from me.
Instantly, thousands of thoughts ran through my head.
I now needed to open try outs for one more spot on the squat who is similar to Hanna. If not, I would have to change the routine I had in mind for the first basketball game that was coming up. I didn't held practice today since I was about to make the cuts but now I would have to look over each person again.
I only wanted to have at least 28 people on my squat. Tons of girls and boys tried out, however not everyone was going to make it.
Frustrated I couldn't help but scream and sat down on the bench. I ran my fingers through my hair and simply stared at the gyms walls.
It was pretty quiet and it help me think, however it wasn't long before the doors of the gym opened again.
Looking over at the door, I saw that it was a girl. The first word to come to mind was, nerd.
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