Soccer Styles (Not famous,14+) ~finished~

The name is Spencer. Spencer Moore. I'm 17 and soccer is my life. Our coach says we all need to work our hardest. We all need some motivation. I got an injury and found my motivation. This friend will help me through my career with some benefits along the way.


8. e i g h t


I woke up thanks to my annoying alarm clock. 6:30am. Monday morning. First day of school.

I got up, not excited at all. I went into my bathroom ,and washed my face. Next step, was deciding what to wear. I went in and looked until I saw Harry's shirt. I picked it up, looked at it and all the memories it had. I cut the sleeves off, so it would it me looser. I put on a black bandeau and his shirt over. I put on a pair of light washed, high waisted shorts and my white SPERRYS. I straightened my long brown hair, and did my makeup: thin black liner, mascara, and a jet black pencil for my waterline and tight line. After I finished I brushed my teeth. I grabbed my phone off the charger, and grabbed a granola bar before making a B line for the door. Getting into my white HONDA CIVIC, I noticed some freshman walking with way to much makeup on. I called Carter, "Almost ready? I'm on my way." I told her. 


"Hey Spenc!" she greeted me, I have her a salute and motioned her to get in. "Aren't you so excited?"

I chuckled, "Hell no."

She nodded, "Still not over Harry?" I could tell she was joking, but no I wasn't over him fully. I hit her hard in the stomach, causing her to shutup. "Just go get Jake, and Luke."

I called Luke, as she called Jake. "I'll be there soon, babe. Be ready with Jake." I told my boyfriend. "OK." He replied.


He kissed my cheek, as he got in the passenger seat. "Ready?" 

I laughed again, "How the fuck can you all be so happy for the first day of school?!"

"I dunno." They said in unison.

At the entrance of our school, I was greeted by our principal, Mrs.Greene.

"Good morning students." She nodded.

"Good morning, Mrs. Greene." We said in unison.

I got my schedule from some student teachers, and examined it.

World History, ELA, Science, P.E, Lunch, Free period, and lastly, Music.

The first day went by pretty fast, I was so excited to get to music. It reminded me of summer, which reminded me of Harry and the times he sung to me. 

"Hello class!" The teacher said with his back turned to us, facing the black board. I had this lesson with Luke, so I was happy about that. I tried to forget Harry as soon as possible, so I lowered my standards and here's Luke!

The teacher turned around, "I'm Mr.Styl-"

It was Harry. Harry was my music teacher. His green orbs locked with mine, "I'm Mr. Styles. The student teacher. Mr. Smith is running late."

His eyes never left mine, as he walked back to his desk. Luke kept tapping me and talking so I whispered yelled, "Get off!"

"You! In the hall." 'Mr.Styles' tole me. 

I got up from my seat and followed him into the hall.

"What the fuck, Harry! You told me you were going back to London!"

"I know, but then I got the job."

"Oh, so you didn't have the balls to call me?!"

"I-I'm sorry, Spenc, it's just-."

"Just what Harry? Just what?"

"I don't know."

"No, you don't, do you? Stop talking to me." A tear streamed down my face. And I ran back into the classroom.

How was I going to deal with him as my music teacher all year long?

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