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.

17Likes
20Comments
2314Views
AA

14. f o u r t e e n

A/N: OMG, so todday in grammer lesson we were going over cause and effect. Easy right? Well then my teacher says 'any examples?' and Maria (maria01) raises her hand and whispers to me, "you'll love this one" I smiled and just sat back and waited for her to call on Maria. She finally odes and Maria smirks at me and says " Hailey (me) talks about One Direction a lot" the teacher starts cracking up and like dies laughing and then she sasy "An whats the result of that Maria?" and she sayss "I get reallly annoyed." The teacher ended up actaully writing that on the board for the entire class to see. Then she finally ads "How about we write Hailey talks about One Direction constantly, since even I can hear her." I died laughing and so did my class. My face tunred beat red, ugh I love Maria though(:

 

Harry, Carter and I left the beach after a while to go out to dinner. I was so excited, I haven't seen Carter in what felt like forever! Harry and I drove Carter home to get ready as did we. I let my hair down to reaveal nice, light beach waves. I wore a black coloured maxi dress with white polka dots on it. I wore some black ballet flats and did my maekup really light. Harry wore a pair of blue jeans and a white V-neck T shirt with a black blazer overtop. We picked up Carter and she was wearing a gray tshirt and black leggings. "Your not comiong out with us like that. Go change." I laughed and helped her find something. She ended up wearing a blueish green dress with a brown braided belt and some white flats.

***

We arrived at Olive Garden. Mmm, my favourite. We sat down and chatted for a bit. 

"Hi, I'm Braedon. I'll be your waiter." Said the tall, dark and handsome waiter.

"Hi, how ya doing?" I smiled.

"Good, thanks. Uhm, can I start you with drinks?"

I nodded, "I'll have a coke," Harry started

"I'll have a peach tea please." I smiled.

"Same as here, thanks." Carter smiled as well. He walked back to the kitchen and Harry put his arm on my leg. I smiled and looked at him, then Carter whom sat across from us. I slapped his hand away and the waiter came out wiht our drinks.

We ordered our food and left after that. Harry went to the car and Carter and I styed in the bathroom to talk. "What the fuck happened to his head, Spenc?" 

I frowned. "My dad and Harry got into a right." 

She gasped and put her hand over her mouth, "Oh. My. Gosh. What are you going to do?"

I shurgged, "What could I have done? I was watching Anthony. It was in the middle of the gym, the just started hitting eachtoher."

"Do you know who started it?"

"No, I"m not sure. I'm sure it was my dad though, look at Harry."

"Oh." She replied bluntly. WE walked out to the car and I got in the passengar side as she got in the backseat.

***

Harry sat on the couch watching the telly. I sat next to him and smiled. "What?" He smirked

"Well, I would like to know what you needed to tell me earlier," I hesitated for a minute "and who started the fight?"

His eyes grew wide, "Why the fight isn't important anymore."

"Harry. Tell me." I was becoming impatient. 

"Why need know?"

"Harry, tell me now!" I yelled at him and stood up. He did the same, he wrapped his large arms around me.

I tried to break loose, but it was no use.

"Harry, stop and jsut tell me." I muffled against his chest, "I hit him first, Spenc."

I back away from him with disgust on my face. "What?" I barely whispered.

He put him head down, "What?" I shouted this time. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I am I swear!"

"No, all this time I've been pissed at my dad, but it was you Harry. Not him. You, I can't believe you. I'm leaving, Harry." 

I stormed out of his flat, crying. But son the tears disappeared in the rain. I just sat on his sidewalk. I had nowhere to go, I felt like and ass going back to my dad, so I just sat there. I heard a door open and I glanced back to see a boy. A crying boy make that. He sat on the sidewalk beside me and cried with me. He glanced over at me, and wiped his face indicating that he was embarrassed. "I'm sorry." He chuckled.

"No, don;t be. It's OK. I was crying, too. Wanna have an honest hour?"

He smiled, "Sure. You first. Why were you crying?"

I took a deep breath, "Well, my boyfriend and my dad got into a fight and I thought my dad had started it, cause he doesn't like him, but he just admitted to me that he hit him first."

Ne nodded, "Oh so that's what all that screaming is. Oh, and by the way I'm Jake."

"So what happened to you?" I asked him

"Well, my girlfriend and I just broke up, because she went to the beach with a boy earlier. My friend saw them. She tried to convince me that her friend was there too, and that it was her boyfriend butm I didn't believe her."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But is there any chance taht her name is Carter?"

He loked up again. I could see his feautures through the rain help form the street lights.

"Spencer? Spencer Moore?"

I smield, "Yeah. Jake. Jake Reese. And yeah, Carter jsut came to the beach with Harr yand I then we went out do dinner after. Call her, seriously she's telling the truth." 

He got up and turned on his heel. He stopped, huffed and kept going. I looked back to see what he looked at. Harry. I got up and began to walk, not making eye contact with Harry. "Spencer, just wait! Please." I just kept walking. "You really don't want to go back to your house."

"And why is that, Harry? Huh?" I snapped.

"Just please don't go. I'm begging you. And anyway you have a soccer match tomorrow. Your dad doens't go to your games. Just stay here please. Be mad at me, cuss me out, break up with me I don't care. Just please don't leave."

I looked his face. Perfect dimples, perfect bone sturcture and jaw line. The wayhis eeys sparkled in the moonlight. "Fine, but we're not talking." 

"Fine. Just come in. It wet and cold out." I complied to his orders and went in his flat. He gave me a change of clothes.

"Thanks." I murmerred before going to sit on the seat farthest from Harry. For some reason I felt safe around him. I felt loved. I felt happy, but sad at the same time. I looked up from my phone to see Harry smiling at me. He put his head down in embarrassed."Well, I'm going to head up to bed. If you want to come you can." He smiled.

"No thanks. I'm fine here."

"On the old, broken small sofa?" 

"I'd rather be here without you, then in a nice bed with you."

He looked upset and went to bed. And that was the end of the discussion.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...