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.

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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.

"Hey."

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."

"Four?!" 

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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