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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17. s e v e n t e e n

"What's this for, Spenc?" He smiled at me.

"Carter and  thought you where talented, so take it or leave it. I knew you where going back soon, so."

"Thanks. Really. And uh- can I have your number?"

"Oh, yeah. But don't be calling off the hook. It's 555-0913."

He smiled. "Thanks. So uh- why'd you leave?" 

"Harry. We broke up... I was going to leave."

"I know. But we're still friends? Right?"

"I don't know right now Harry."

"OK, well thanks for the audition." 

I smiled, "No problem. When are you going back to London? Cause Carter and I are going to London soon. Christmas break actually."

"Uh, not sure. I'll let you know."

He leaned in for a hug. I didn't want to be impolite, so I let him hug me.... He wouldn't let go.

"Harry, please stop. Carter is looking for me. I gotta go."

I think he was holding his breath, because once I pulled away he sounded out of breath. "No, don't."

"Harry, please. I have to."

I make a B-line for my car and got in it leaving him all alone. I got in my car, locked the doors and rolled the window up. He ran up to the car and out his hands on the window. I put the small silver key in the hole and admired the small 'S' key chain Harry had given me. I turned the key and drove off. At a red light I opened the dash board and got out a pack of cigarettes. I didn't like the idea that I smoked, but being stressed can do a lot to a person. I lit the cigarette, but the lighter in the box and put the box in the bottom of the dash board, so nobody would see them

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Carter POV

Spencer came in and looked shook up.

"Hey babe. What's wrong?" She just came up to me and wrapped her arms around me. An cried. No talking. Just tears.

"I miss Harry." She cried into my chest.

I pulled her away so I could see her better, her makeup was running down her face and she looked awful. I wiped the spot just underneath her eyes with my thumbs and pushed some of her hair behind her ear. "Please, don't cry over him. You're too good to cry over a boy, you hear me?"

She smiled a bit, but then quickly went back to frowning, "It's just I love him! And it's not like I can forget him, we had sex, C! I just need him, but I don't want to be that girl, that goes back to the same guy who hurts her."

"If your like this over him," I motioned my hands from her head to her toes "then you need him."

"But, I don't want to call him, and I can't go back to his house, without having my dad find out."

"Call him, Spenc. He can come over if you want. I'll have Jake talk to him."

She looked up and smiled, "Really?" She wiped her mascara from under her eye.

"Yeah. And if you're lucky, he'll actually listen."

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