I looked at my phone. The time had to be off.
Crap, I'm late!
I grabbed my uniform as fast as possible and ran downstairs with a toothbrush in my mouth and a shirt that was only half on. My mom laughed.
I glared at her and ran out the door, but I quickly had to turn back to get my cleats.
I ran down the sidewalk to my team's field, and ended up crashing into someone who seemed to be in the same kind of hurry as me.
"Ugh...." I rubbed my head, which was spinning.

"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked me with a grin. "You should really watch where you're going."

I looked up laughed.
"Sorry, but if I'm there later my coach would have me drink a tub of mayonnaise!"
We both laughed together.
"But no seriously, I have to go."

"Can I come?"

"I mean, it's just practice.... But sure?"
We walked together to my soccer practice that day, it went pretty well, and not once did he mention the fact that I was wanted by the police less than 24 hours ago.