It's a Love-Hate relationship

CHAPTER 11: Even the holy water couldn't diminish his dirty playing methods

Once in a while, change is inevitable in all our lives – whether we want it or not. It's not an exclusive gift coming in while knocking on the doors. No. It just appears. You wouldn't even expect it. We so nicely think we have changed for the better but sometimes, change makes you stronger or it even makes you want to hide all your pain. After dad's death, everything changed. We were no more that imperfectly perfect family. Jason, Aaron, Draven and I lost each other for a while but thanks to dad's letters, we are still one firm bond. But that void is still there – of something missing in my life and I have no idea what that would be and when it would be filled.

People change – some for the better, some for the worse – and I probably changed to mask my pain away. I don't want people to see that weak girl with tears. Instead, I want them to see a strong and determined person.

Speaking of determination, I smile to myself as I change into my shorts and jersey in the girls' locker room. Thankfully, it was empty since only the soccer team had practice and happy to say, I was now part of it. After the dramatic suspense Coach left me in, he was actually impressed with my playing techniques and abilities and said that I have potential if I work harder.

"Hey, newbie. I don't know if I can handle you in those shorts." Austin grins as he was bending to tie his cleats.

"And I don't know if I can take so much of your bullshit anymore," I smirk and push him over so he would fall on his back.

"Ow! You're mean!" He looks up at me, squinting his eyes due to the harsh sunlight and I contemplate the torture we would be going through while playing in this hot weather.

Right now, all I could think of is one cool glass of lemonade.

Never the wrong time to think of food, no?

Coach blows his whistle and tells us to do 3 laps of the football field.

Oh no.

Considering the worst running skills I have - I mean I run pretty well – the problem being that I can't really survive for a long time, I'll be panting in 5 minutes with my tongue reaching Antarctica.

We all start running, Austin and Blake close by. My heart starts picking its pace and my breaths get shorter and shorter as we are done with one lap. Suddenly, someone shoves my shoulder and runs past me but I luckily don't fall down due to my resistant balance.

"Son of a bi- "I slow down as I see Caleb run by and my fists automatically clench at his sight.

Ugh. He's going to get it from me one day or the other. And I can't even wait for that day.

Angered and furious at that brown haired retard, I pick up my pace and I swear I haven't run all this – not even when I'm upset.

That reminds me, did I tell you this? Whenever I would be upset or angry over something, I would always get out of the house and take a run. I don't know why despite my terrible running timings. I guess it was just a simple way to calm down and forget everything – which I did by the way – especially when I miss dad or remember mo-

Her.

Whatever.

I focus on the last lap remaining and try to catch up with the rest of the soccer players.

"Hey, there. Summer, right?" I look to my left and spot Shawn Kingston.

Shall I say I was... not surprised?

"Hey, Shawn." I anyways greet back, not anticipating what was coming next.

"Tired?"

"Absolutely."

"It's hot, isn't it?"

"Yes, Shawn."

"Wanna sit?"

"No, I'm good."

"So, how do you like it here?"

"It was tolerable...but now..." I turn to him and give him a sarcastic smile but I guess that didn't go very well through his brain and what he said made me want to snatch his gender away from him.

"I know, babe. I can help you out later on..." he whispers as he leans in.

Cringe.

"Ugh. No thanks." I avert my eyes and run faster to go next to Austin and Blake – if that meant being away from Shawn, then yes.

"Miss us already?" Blake says while smirking.

"Anything to get away from that asshole." I slightly turn behind and spot Shawn talking to some other guy but that was a grave mistake I did since he practically and disgustingly winked at me when he turned.

Is it too late to withdraw from this goddamn team?

First, it's Caleb. My hatred goes deep down for him, alright? Not changeable.

On top of that Shawn and his stupidity. Even the holy water of mother Mary couldn't diminish his dirty playing methods. No wonder he is best friends with Aaron.

They do say birds of the same feather flock together.

On top of this already bitter ice cream, the "cherry" would be symbolized by Blake, Austin and their shenanigans.

Do you see my life?

After we finish up with the torturous laps, Coach instructs us to do some shooting techniques. He taught us some nifty little tricks and specific areas we should have an eye on. I must admit, this entire thing was far more beneficial than I thought it would be. The rush of excitement I got every time I thought I could do something better in soccer made me think about dad more and more, considering how many times he encouraged me to go for my dream.

"Okay! Good work, boys...and girls...girl I mean. Umm... we'll meet this Friday. Dismissed." An awkward air settled around the huffing team as everyone's gaze landed on me while all I did was look around anywhere but the team.

Jason was surprisingly nowhere to be seen today and Aaron...well, Aaron was busy throwing winks and flying kisses at giggling girls on the bleachers.

Seriously, they would miss classes to come to stare at this... this gorilla?

Well, I mean I do feel like skipping classes all the time (not like I'm a good student anyway), but I would certainly skip them for much more sensible reasons. Not just fulfilling your ovary's desires.

I need to stop talking and whispering to myself otherwise coach himself would throw me out of the team thinking I'm on some kind of drugs.

As I play around with the soccer ball, I spot Caleb standing near the goal post with his back turned to me and I internally smirk.

Externally as well. Not that I'll pass up the opportunity to show the world that I'm evil.

I dribble a little and continue kicking the ball lightly until I take the big hit and hit Caleb right on his back. He is pushed forwards towards the goal post, almost falling down but he holds his balance just right.

Lucky bitch.

I walk away quickly as I see him turning back swiftly, shooting daggers at everyone behind him until his eyes landed on me. I shove my hands in the pockets of my shorts and smirk right back at him.

Let's just thank God for making it impossible to put someone 6 feet under due to murderous glares by a certain flaring boy. 

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