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Chapter 2

-Skye to the side-

SKYE'S POV:

My eyes whizzed over him as I gave him a casual once-over, and he just looked annoying. Do you ever just meet someone and just think, no? That's exactly the impression I got.

"Johnson, I want you to show Jones how we do things, that means training, work outs, and drills," Nick boomed.

Let me just say, my mood was not improved by that comment.

"Alright partner up for shooting drills,"Coach called.

Ugh. I trotted over to practice net 5 which is my favorite because it's in the middle of the line of small soccer nets so I can watch the other players too. I assumed that Holden was following me so I didn't have to look at him.

"So let's just get this over with, huh?" I tell him.

"Um sure,"He responds.

HOLDEN'S POV:

I was so nervous as I followed Johnson's (or what ever her name was) dirty blond braid to practice net 5. Which is totally the one I would've picked. It's in the middle of the others.

"So let's just get this over with, huh?" She tells me.

"Um sure," I choke out. I don't know why but she just makes me nervous. It's actually kind of embarrassing.

SKYE'S POV:

"So what's your deal? Why transfer in the middle of the semester?" I ask, which in my defense, is a valid question.

"We moved across town so I'm zoned here now," He tells me and gently taps the ball toward the net. Obviously I scoop it up and throw it (with some force) back to him.

"Good luck,"I tell him, not really meaning it. "The soccer team is literally the only good thing about this school, well at least to me."

"Yeah that's how I see it too." He grunts as he he kicks the ball to the goal harder this time.

"How's your first day been?" I say as I throw the ball even harder back to him.

"Awful." He replies as he kicks the ball really hard into the goal. I dive to try to save it but I'm too late and it goes in. My cheeks flame with embarrassment. How could I let that go in?!

"How so?" I ask as I chuck the ball really hard to him. Except it hits him hard in the head and he falls on his back. Stupid, I think as I jog over to him. I kneel over him.

"Nice catch," I say with a smirk.

"All right team let's hustle to the weight room." Coach interrupts with a whistle.

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In the weight room we do partner work still. Great.

"How much do u press?" He asks.

"110 pounds." I say with a grin. I pride myself on my bench press to be honest.

"What about you?" I challenge.

"200 pounds." He responds. That makes sense, considering I'm about 5'5 and he has to be 6'0 at the least.

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45 minutes later I walk out with my muscles feeling like noodles.

"So, uh, see you tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure," I respond as we walk our separate ways.

A/N: So what did you think, eh?

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