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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10. t e n

"Spencer. Get in please." Harry sounded defeated.

"No, Harry really I'm fine with walking."

He had been driving beside me for the past 10 minutes.

"I'm not leaving until you just get in."

I groaned in frustration, "Fine."

He smiled a smile from ear to ear.

***

I woke up the same time today as yesterday and repeated the same steps. Today I wore, black leggings and a teal 'Young and Reckless' T shirt with my black TOMS. Doing my  makeup the same as yesterday I remembered my car was still at school.

"Hey, uh Harry, do you think you can drive me t school today? I left my car there."

He laughed, "Sure."

***

I awkwardly stepped into his car. "Hey. You look nice today."

I blushed, "Thanks Harry."

"I cant wait to spend the next two weeks with you." He smirked.

"Huh?"

"Your  detention is for Mr. Smith. I'm in charge of it we will be spending the next two weeks together. Alone. After hours In school."

I said sarcastically "My dream."

"I bet it's more like a fantasy."

"HAH. Hell no. Try summer camp fantasy."

He huffed breathing in his air conditioning, "If only we could go back in time."

"If you could, what would you do?"

"Me? I would change my whole past. How about you?"

I looked out the window, and took in the beautiful palm trees, "I'd go to never land."

He laughed, then realized how serious I was "You know Never growing up. No worries. No problems."

He completely ruined the moment. "Get out, were here."

I could tell he was sarcastic about it, but I complied to his orders. "See you last period." I called to him. He saluted to me.

***

I ignored the late bell ,and just roamed around school ,mostly going all around to the girls bathrooms, graffiti all over the place. I would write retarded things that only these fucktards could come up with.

Thank God, the day went fast. Last period came quickly and I hurried to my favorite class, music. Even though I was mad at Harry, I was elated to see him.

I speed walked to the class and when I swung the door open, almost hitting myself in the face, I saw no one else was in the class. My eyes went over to Harry who was sitting facing the window, playing his guitar. "Oh, Mr. Harry."

He turned and smirked at me. "I'm glad your here. An hour and a half, alone with you."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear the rest. He walked passed me, locking the door to the classroom. In one swift motion, he pushed me against the wall and began smirking at me, keeping those green eyes locked on my dull brown ones. "Harry." I whispered, barely hearing myself.

"What would you like me to do to you?"

"Anything you'd like."

"Anything?" He repeated me.

"Yeah." He smirked at this response. I shook my head finally thinking it through.

"Never mind." He sighed and then regained his famous smirk. He go up from his position on his chair and strolled towards me.

"Too late." I looked at him shocked and felt his body press mine against the wall. I shook my head.

"I'll let you, just not here." He looked around and realized I was right for once and it felt good, it's just I was usually right on this kind of topic.

"I like that." He picked me up and ran to the door. He checked the sides to make sure we were clear. I giggled at him as I laid my head on his shoulder. He then sprinted down the hall and out to his black range rover that I so dearly admired.

****

He jumped out of the car and around to my side. He chucked open the door and picked me up out of it and placed me in his arms. My legs wrapped around his muscular waist. "I want you so bad," he whispered in my ear as his foot kicked the front door to his flat closed.

I shrugged. "Depends." He shook his head and crashed his lips onto mine. I lost all of my breath as his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. I giggled from the back of my throat and kissed him back. This went a little further then I had planned. I ripped his shirt right from his chest and over his shoulders, and he did the same to me. He began kissing my neck. I let out a groan in pleasure, he stopped. Just stopped. "Your turn."

I repeated his step and sucked on his neck. As I did that, he unclipped my bra. Leaving me braless, and I took his pants off leaving him in his boxers. I could see his bulge starting to rise. "Really Harry?"

He pushed me into his bedroom, throwing me on his mattress. He slid down his boxers, along with my knickers. He slid on his pink condom. I laughed at his selection. "What's so funny?" he pouted. I shook my head and lad on my back.

"Nice condom." He shrugged and came to the bed. He laid next to me with a smirk.

"Picked specially for you." I laughed and sighed.

"This feels wrong for some weird reason." He shrugged and hovered over top of me.

"I think it's fine." I smiled and moved my lips to his.

"You're right." I kissed him again.

He looked at me and smirked, whilst slowly lowering himself onto me. "Ready for me to take you to another world?"

"I don't know if you have that potential," I scoffed. He rolled his eyes and regained his annoying smirk that never leaves his lips.

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