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.


9. n i n e

I listened to Mr.Smith and 'Mr.Styles' talk about music. We were just getting to know each other all this week, so no work was really done. Getting bored, I looked out the window. Rain. I just stared at the rain, falling so hard, it looked white. About 3 minutes into my stare the bell rang. And let me tell you, I was the absolute last kid in that class.

"Spencer. Over here, now," said Harry forcefully.

I turned around to face him. "Yes?"

"Why won't you talk to me?"

I shrugged, "Gee, I don't, know. Telling me we can't be together because you're going to London, then fucking staying here in Malibu? What the hell, Harry! Who does that?" I was so caught up in the moment, I hadn't realized where I was.

"Spencer! How dare you use language like that in my class!" Mr. Smith spat at me.

I rolled my eyes showing how much I cared. Not at all. "I'm sorry," I said sarcastically.

"Save it. Detention all this week and next."

My mouth dropped making an 'O' "Fine."

"Mr.Styles you may continue your discussion with Spencer in the hall."

"Spenc, listen I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"Save it Harry. don't do this to me, not now. Not when I already have a boyfriend."

His eyes softened, "Who?"

I smiled, "His name is Luke."


"Yeah. He's in your class actually."

"Why him? You can do so much bett-"

"What? Like you? I don't think so, I really like him Harry, and you will not mess with him, you hear me? I swear Harry don't touch him. You had your chance."

"But Spencer, him?"

"Yes him, Harry. I actually really like him."

"Well, it doesn't look like he likes you as much."

I huffed, "what?"

He pointed behind me, I quickly turned to see Luke flirting. At first, I tried to shake it off, but they soon kissed.

"I'm sorry, Spencer" Harry hugged me, and I let him.

"Thanks" I said as the tears flew out.


Still crying, I made my way through the rain to my car. I tried to start it, but it just wouldn't work. I sighed and started to walk silently through the pouring rain that seemed to hate me. I heard a car speed up and braced myself for the puddle of rain to be poured onto me any second.

The car had suddenly stopped next to me, the passenger window slid down to reveal Luke. "Hey, babe, why are you walking home? Need a ride?"

"What do you want? I didn't think you still cared about me."

"What are you talking about, princess?"

I breathed in the cold air, "I saw you kiss that girl."

"What? Hope. Oh, no she's my cousin."

"Oh yeah, Luke cause everyone tongue kisses their cousins. Just leave me alone. We're done."

"Really?" He said mockingly.

"Yes. Now please just go."

"Fine by me. He spat. He sped up so quickly, the puddle resting at the end of the sidewalk, completely covered me.

I cursed through gritted teeth and finished my what seemed like forever journey home.


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