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.


4. f o u r

Spencer POV

I got back to my cabin and looked at Carter sleeping. It was only 6:30pm. I threw a pillow at her, nothing.

"Carter! Get up we overslept!" I shouted. 

She hopped up right away, "What? Wait, what time is it?"

I laughed at her actions, She slumped back in her bed, realizing it was a prank.

"Wanna watch a movie?" She exclaimed.

I shrugged, "Sure. Whatcha got?"

"Pitch Perfect!" She held the movie up to her eyes.

"Go put it in, then." I laughed at her childness.

We sat on my bed and watched Pitch Perfect. Carter fell asleep in the middle of it, so I just turned it off, and slept in her bed, because she wasn't going to get up.

I lay on her bed, my head drifting in one direction, Harry. He was so cute, yet scary. So sweet, yet sour. So nice, yet demanding. 


My alarm clock went off at 5:30. I pulled my self up out of bed, and went to my bathroom. I washed my face and ate a banana and then brushed my teeth. I put on a black sports bra and a pair of red shorts, with some white socks. I put my hair in a ponytail, and called Harry.


His morning voice greeted me, "What do you want?"

I laughed, "Dude, we have practice in 15."

He gasped, "Shit!"

"Oh, is princess going to be late."

I heard him getting up. "I won't be late, just meet me at the field, OK?"

I agreed, "Sure. See you there."

I hung up and got my bag. I left Carter a not.

Hey, Harry and I had an early morning practice, I'll be back later. I'll call you.

I left, slamming the door behind me. I jogged to the field, and starting stretching. 

harry walked up with that damn smirk that was always plastered on his face. "Get to running. 4 1.20's."


He smirked, "Yes. Now go."

He seemed in a bad mood, so I carried on with my orders.

After, I was so out of breath. He motioned me to come over to him. We sat on the grass and looked up.

I sat up a bit, "So why did you come to America?"

He laughed, "For a change."

"Oh, and Malibu was your first choice?"

He nodded ,"I've always wanted to come to California. Are you from here?"

"No, I'm not. I'm from Philadelphia, I moved here after my mom died."

He looked down, I'm sorry." 

"It's OK, thanks."

"So do you want to get back to soccer?" 

I nodded, this situation was getting awkward. I got up and he called after me, "Spenc!"

I turned around, "Yeah?"

"Wanna go out tomorrow?" He said nervously.

I blushed, "Yeah, of course. I'd love to!" 

I went over to him and hugged him. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Asking me out. I've never been asked out before."

His mouth dropped and made an 'O' "Really?"

I chuckled, "Yeah. I'm really excited."

He nodded, "Me too, now go get to work please?" 


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