The UnderDogs

This story follows two girls in there sophomore year of college and deal with being on the soccer team.
Elizabeth, a quiet, foreign student, struggles to come to America and be accepted in the social status of everyone around her. she also struggles with over coming her terrible past. Will she be able to over come all odds?

Izzy, a girl who is just able to play again after her terrible injury that happened freshman year, is ready to start fresh but when she meets Elizabeth everything changes. Will Izzy be able to play for the soccer team? Or will the terrible accident stop her?

* you must read to find out*

This is a story me and my friend are writing together.


12. 12. Izabella's

Izabella's P.O.V

"Hello?" He says in a sleepy voice.

"David I can't find Elizabeth and I'm freaking out she was suppose to be home hours ago what of she's lost or worse dead. Oh my god my coach is going to kill m-"

"Izabella! Calm down she's with Paul in the court yard he told me she was there with him." he says while cutting me off. "Now I'm going to bed I have an exam tomorrow morning and I can't fail okay goodnight."

"Okay thank you and goodnight." I say while taking my pain killers and he hangs up I can't help but feel hurt and upset that she's with Paul I mean I like Paul a lot and we had a strong connection in class I thought she could tell I liked him.

I can't think straight as the pain killers start to take effect, my eye lids begin to get heavier and heavier by the second and I soon fall into a blissful sleep.

I wake up and Elizabeth was gone. She's been here though her clothes from yesterday are on the floor and her bed is a mess.

Note to self: tell Elizabeth to clean her side of the room.

I look at the clock and see that it is 7:30 a.m and my English class starts in 1 hour, so that means I have to start getting ready. I quickly hobble out of bed and rush to the bathroom to take a semi quick shower since I can't stand and have to use a chair. Once my shower is done I get dress, brush my teeth, do my make up, and blow dry my hair letting is fall to its natural curls. Once I'm finish I check the time to see that its 8am "Perfect." I sigh to myself I forgot that I'm on crutches and it's gonna take me awhile till I get to class without help, I grab my keys and start making my out the door and to the elevator to take me down stairs.

It's a long walk to the class and on crutches it's even longer. But thankfully our goal keeper picks me up as she sees me struggling.

"Hey Izzy need a lift?" she asks "Yes please." I say out of breathe and slowly make my way around the car and climb into the passenger seat.

"Man I'm sorry about your knee." she tells me "It's okay I'm expecting to be off crutches next week and at least walking around again." I say and smile to myself as I remembered David's promise, he was sweet for helping me with this and on top of that extremely hot so maybe it wasn't going to be that bad.

"That's good to hear just don't overdo it, we need you on the field and now with Elizabeth we should be unstoppable this year." she says and I can't help but get a little upset at Elizabeth's name why didn't she tell me that she wasn't going to be home after practice than come home at god knows what time than leave before I even wake up why was she avoiding me and why was she alone with Paul where they a thing? I must have been deep in thought because we are pulled over in front of the English building.

"Thanks for the ride Kea." I say and open the car door and make my way out of the car. I make my way to the doors of the school when someone runs past me and opens the door for me and to my surprise it was Paul. I couldn't help but smile at his kind gesture.

"Thanks I was afraid I wasn't even gonna make it to class on time."

"You're welcome." he says giving me a heartfelt smile and I can't help but smile back.

We chat about random things on our way to class, like why the sky is blue or about soccer. Before I knew it we were sitting down in class when the professor comes in everyone gets quite.

"Okay class today we will be beginning poetry today. Does anyone have a poem they want to share?" she says overly enthusiastically.

"I do." Paul says and he makes his way to the front of the room everyone waits in silence for him to begin.

"You're the one I can't live without
This fact is true, I have no doubt
I love the way you smile at me
I love the way together we're free
You may be strange and slightly loony
But all this means nothing to me
Because you are who you are
And I can see your beauty
Because I love you and my heart you've won."

He says every word without taking his eyes off of me; I can't help but blush a little and smile a sweet smile to him. But something deep in my heart said that it wasn't meant for me that it was meant for someone else and that he only looked at me because I was a familiar face. I get disrupted from my thoughts when everyone around me starts clapping and I join in also. He bows gracefully and makes his way back to his seat. He looks away from the rest of class period not even saying two words to me.

Did I do something wrong was he trying to tell me something? Like he has feelings for Elizabeth when that thought comes to my mind, my heart sinks to the bottom of stomach and all hope of us being together is gone.

********after class*********

Paul offered me a ride back to the dorm since my next class isn't till 4:30 and it's only 11. "Thanks for the ride." I say, he gives me a brief nod and I slide out of the passenger seat and make my way to the elevator of our living spaces. When it dings I press the 3rd floor button, soon I begin to travel upwards. I make my way to room A15 and open the door to our dorm the room is cleaned and both beds are made, so that means Elizabeth has been here without me seeing her. I sigh and go in my room and lay on my bed, my phone makes a loud beeping noise which means it's an email so I go to check my email and quickly open the most recent one which is from my history professor saying class was canceled and I give a sigh of relief because that means I don't have to get up. I soon get a text message from David.

David: Are you busy this afternoon?

This can't be good that means it's time to do my physical therapy as David calls it and that means more pain.

Me: No, my professor just canceled class today. Why what's up?

I quickly hit send and within seconds he replies

David: Good I'll be over in 5 mins see you than.

Me: Okay.

I don't bother trying to fight against him because the more we do this the sooner I get back on the field.

In exactly 5 minutes David is knocking at the door so he can come. "It's open!" I yell because I realized I didn't lock the door when I came home. He swings it open and walks in like he owns the place.

"Okay this is perfect let’s begin." he says with a big smile spreading across his face and walks over to the bed, which I'm already laying on. He beings to do the normal thing bending it making it move so it will keep all of its mobility in it and I can't help but start crying from all the pain but I keep pushing harder and harder because I can't give up, David hasn't noticed yet that my vision is blurry from all the tears yet.

*gasp* "Izzy!" he stops and gently sets my leg down and then I began to cry harder for different reason for giving up, from the pain, and mostly for looking so weak in front of him. He lifts me up gently and wraps me in a hug and as I sob into his chest he keeps kissing the top of my head and whisper calming words to sooth me again. I stop sobbing loud and let silent tears fall instead, the pain hasn't gone away completely but it's not as bad as it was.

"I'm so sorry are you okay?" he asks looking straight into my eyes with concern worry and fear I just nod my head and he gently kisses my cheek. But it's not a normal kiss it's more of like a family type kiss like an older brother would give to his little sister when she would fall and scrap my knee.


That's when the door opens and Elizabeth sees how we are and her eyes go wide "Ssorry." she says and shuts the door and leaves, but I couldn't help noticing the expression of her face she looked sad angry and more than anything else she looked hurt.

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