The soft sound of laughter and heavy feet on the sodden grass soothed William as he finished the last few pages of his human anatomy textbook
It of course wasn't homework, he'd done that ages ago, this was just for his own personal enjoyment....he'd read all his textbooks for all his classes and it was all enjoyable for him
School had ended an hour ago, but William had taken a liking to lingering around the soccer pitch to read ahead in his books as well as to indulge in his secret writing hobby
He loved soccer, he enjoyed it thoroughly in fact, but since he'd started to reside in the old bleachers he'd taken to fancying one of the players on the team...which had inspired his short little poems
In William's house writing was shunned as being a waste of time, the only time he was ever allowed to enchantedly fill pages with his words was here at the field away from the rules and opinions of his parents
A smile of anticipation formed on his face as he finished reading the last words of his textbook. He slipped the large book into his backpack and exchanged it for his old notebook
His eyes wandered to his crush, watching him pass the ball effortlessly and joke about with his teammates in an equally effortless fashion
William had never been athletic and some even considered him socially inept, which was actually quiet valid considering how much anxiety William experienced when talking to people
If he was more skilled in the arts of communication, he might've mustered the courage to talk to the younger player....however, both communication and courage were rare subjects which William simply couldn't master
He much preferred to admire from the sidelines and hope and dream of a possible reality that was so far fetched it was almost laughable
William, ever the observant, had noticed that the player was a incredibly popular amongst his teammates, though he looked far younger
William clicked his pen a couple times and had just pressed it to the blank paper when he heard a loud, 'HEADS UP!'
He looked up startled and barely managed to block his face with his hands as the ball bounced roughly off his hands
"Sorry bout that bruv" came a deep voice from the field below him, "now would you just toss it back?"
William felt his cheeks burn out of both annoyance and embarrassment, he could tell the player below wanted nothing to do with him and his apology was empty and not sincere at all
William tossed the ball back roughly and took joy in watching the player fumble with it
"The fuck is your problem?" Came the ignorant rather cocky voice
William felt himself tense with anger, a boldness he didn't know he had seemed to fill inside him
"Me? Correct me if I'm mistaken but you were the one who kicked the ball at my head and didn't have the decency to apologize proper"
The boy let out a snort of laughter, "is that your deal then? You want a proper apology?" He asked in amusement
William's face further deepened into a frown but before he could speak a soft gentle voice was calling
