Take a Look At Yourself

I loved sports. Basketball used to be my favorite sport until my dad realized my talent for football. I used to love to play the sport, but now I loved to watch them all. I think I had a favorite team in every sport.

But soccer? Soccer was not a sport I understood or watched. Apparently soccer was the world's sport, but it just didn't seem all that fun to watch. People just ran back and forth on a field and occasionally took a shot at goal.

Brian was just as bored as I was, but there was a reason I was here. There was this little brunette with a fiery personality that I wanted to see play. She was fast as fuck. I was convinced she could outrun the entire football team.

"Matt, why are we here?" Brian asked, talking in the empty seats around us. Soccer didn't bring in the crowds like football did. "No one is here, anyway."

I stared at the tattooed girl slide tackling the ball. "For her." I pointed to where she was.

Brian cocked an eyebrow. "Isn't she the one that yells at us? Didn't she hit coach in the face?"

"That would be the one," I said and watched as our girls in orange shot the ball over the halfway point to one of their players. At least it was a fast moving game.

"What the shit is this about, Sanders?" Brian took a swig from a can of beer. He was lucky no one was at these games to tell him not to drink. If any of the coaches saw him drinking, he would be benched for several games.

"I think she's hot, okay."

Just as Brian opened his mouth to speak, we watched as my little brunette took off down the field, passing player after player. It was like watching a little pinball in a machine. She was so fast, it was kind of scary. Then like a rocket was strapped to her foot, she shot the ball. And we won! Just like that.

"Okay, she is kind of hot." Brian threw me a smile.
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"So, are you going to talk to her? Or are we going to still hang around their trash field like weridos?" Brian chucked his beer can into the trash.

"And what the fuck would I say to her?" I asked, watching as the players started to leave the locker room.

The brunette with the tattoos walked out of the locker room, her soccer bag slung over her shoulder. She looked me up and down and sent me a look. "Oh, jeez. You stalking me now?"

"Um...no." I stared at her. "We just wanted to see the soccer game. You played good." I flashed my dimples at her.

A blush crossed her cheeks as she moved past me and Brian. "Go fuck yourself, football boy."

I stared after her, mouth open. She was more than a little feisty.

Notes

Short, I know. But updates are fun.