I sat in the car with my mom in silence. She wasn’t shocked that I had refused to speak to my therapist. She was worried though. I stared blankly at my phone. How was it that I was able to cry in front of a guy who was a complete douche to me, yet I couldn’t in front of anyone else? My thumb hovered over the send button, debating whether I should send this or not. I need a break. A running break. But I didn’t want to go alone again and have a repeat of this morning. I pressed the send button.
~*~*~*~
“Hey, you ready to go?” Bryce asked, stretching his legs.
“Yeah.” I said doing the same.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asked raising his eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lied, “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know you just seem… sad.” He said.
Wow, is it that obvious? “I’m just recovering from the cold I had. I’m fine.”
He looked at me, and by his expression, he knew I was lying. I bit my lip nervously, before sprinting off. Bryce ran off after me. We ran side by side for a couple minutes before he spoke. “So…”
“So?”
“Well, I don’t want this sound at all weird.”
“Yes?”
“Well, I figured since we’re trying to make this work, maybe we should also try to get to know each other. It seems like the only thing I really know about you is your name, that you love soccer, doughnuts and coffee.” He told me.
“Well what do you want to know?” I asked, picking up speed slightly.
Bryce kept up, “Ummm, I don’t know… What’s your favorite color?”
“Seriously?” I chuckled. He just shrugged. “Umm, well I like the color blue.”
“Really?”
“Why do you sound so shocked..?”
“Well, you’re like the only girl I know who doesn’t like pink or purple.”
“Is that bad?”
“No. It’s nice.” He smiled.
“Alright my turn! What’s your favorite color?” I asked.
“Green.”
“That’s cool.” I said.
“My turn. Umm-“
“How about we just talk about soccer?” I suggested.
I noticed him relax and smile. “Alright, who’s your favorite soccer player?”
“American men or women’s team?”
“Either or.” He said, as we turned the corner and ran down a new street.
“Well, I personally used to idolize Mia Hamm. But Hope Solo is also awesome. Have you seen either of them play?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve seen Hope Solo play once. But I don’t watch many women’s games.”
“I understand. Who’s you’re favorite soccer player?”
“Honestly? Landon Donovan. He’s scored 57 goals so far in is 12 year career. A lot better than everyone else on the team.” He said.
“Abby Wambach has scored 3 times as much as that!” I pointed out.
Bryce chuckled and shook his head.
“What?” I asked. Was he laughing because I was wrong? I went through in my head what I knew about Abby… No I’m right. Abby has scored about 161 goals.
“Nothing, its just fun to talk to a girl who actually knows her way around soccer. All the other girls just stared at me like I’m speaking a foreign language or something.” He admitted.
“Well, soccer may be a foreign language. But it's a language that we’re both a fluent in.”
YOU ARE READING
My Soccer Boy
Teen FictionSummer and Bryce seem to have nothing in common, and the fact that they have to work together in class for a full year just repulses them. An attempt to try to bond outside of school, actually turns into something more. Summer starts to fall for her...
