💚Charlotte's P.O.V.💚
When my brother got home, he had brought Oscar. "Can you wait here, Oscar? I want to go change.", Oliver told him, and ran upstairs. Leaving me alone with Oscar. "What are you doing here?", I ask. Didn't your father tell you? I am going to spend the night to help Oliver some more.", he tells me. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're helping my brother. But aren't there like, six other inexperienced freshmen on the team that need help? Why specifically Oliver?", I ask. "He does want to work on soccer, but I'm also going to be teaching him to defend himself.", he answers. "You wanna join us? I heard that you used to be very good at soccer. Oliver even thinks that you could've beaten me. I want to put that to the test.", he says. I do love soccer, but I don't let Oliver know I still do, because he would expect me to come to his games. I would feel very bad if he was sad because I missed one of his games because I had something else to do instead. "Okay. If Oliver thinks I'm better than you at soccer, I will entertain him.", I say. "Oliver could be on your team, as a handicap.", he says slyly.
