The Soccer Player - pt. 1
Messing around with the star footballer of the university was not the best idea, and you knew this, but instead of following your head, you followed your heart. It began on a sunny afternoon, when you’d come to see your friend at the track of the school who was just finishing practice.
You sat down on the bleacher where all the teams’ things weren’t and looked out over the turf trying to find Charlie. The men’s team was on the right side and the women’s was on the left side and it was a pretty spacious field but they made it seem like it was built for ants. You quickly locked eyes on the short, blond hair but lost it in between the other heads of hair. They were jogging suicides, you guessed to cool down, all of them dripping with sweat at this point. It was hot out today, one of the cooler days though, and you knew she’d be glad to see you with your cold bottle of water and small towel you’d gotten into the habit of bringing for her.
Your eyes wondered to the other side of the field, watching the men do the same cool down, jogging slowly back and forth and looking exhausted. Your eyes found a few tattoos littering some players arms and one on someone’s thigh but none caught your interest like the one on the jersey with HOOD on it. He was done, apparently, as he was jogging towards the bleacher with everyone’s belongings. His calves and thighs flexed with each step and you wouldn’t lie, he looked good.
He sat down and your eyes drifted back to Charlie, who was now walking towards you with a smile on her face. “Hey!” She greeted happily and took the towel from your outstretched hand. She wiped her face and the back of her neck, leaving it resting on her shoulders. “Thanks for the water and towel.” She said, sitting down and gulping down water.
“No problem. How was practice?”
“It kicked our asses.” She said. “It’s really hot.” You nodded, looking back to the other bleacher where a few ladies smiled or waved at you as they’d grown accustom to seeing you here by now. You waved back and smiled and then you saw Hood, number 23, if you remembered correctly because now he was shirtless. He was talking to his teammates, occasionally drinking from his bottle, at ease.
“You can say that again.” You finally spoke when you realized you hadn’t.
“Are you staring at Calum again?” Charlie asked, not looking in his direction but staring at the cement below her cleats.
“How’d you know?” You chuckled, looking away and down at your own shoes. She laughed and set the empty water bottle down on the bleacher next to her, rattling the whole metal set. It brought a few eyes to look at the two of you, including Calum’s. “Did you just do that a little too hard on purpose?” You asked, onto her act already.
“Maybe, but here he comes. Thank me later.” She whispered the last part as Calum and his friend Luke walked over to you two, cleats clicking on the cement. You smiled up at the two, having had small conversations with them before, mostly listening as they talked to Charlie. They both shared a toothy grin with you arriving in front of you.
“Hey, Y/n.” Calum said, his jersey shirt dangling in his left hand, almost touching the ground.
“Hi, Calum. Hi, Luke.” You greeted, sitting up straight again.
“I didn’t notice you or I would’ve come talked to you sooner.” You knew that was bullshit as Calum was one of the first to come back to the bleachers, and he’d obviously seen you. But that was the way you two worked. You were always flirtatious but just enough to not seem like it. He’d talk to you some days and some days not. It was an ego thing, you assumed, and left it alone.
“That’s alright.” You offered a grin while Charlie stood up, putting the towel next to the bottle.
“I’m going to go change and quickly shower.” She smiled at you saying the word quickly because she knew you’d been waiting for over 30 minutes for her one day and when she got out you were furious.
“A shower sounds amazing.” Luke said, beginning to walk with her to the locker rooms where players had already been trickling into.
“And then it was just the two of us.” Calum said, sitting down, dropping his jersey on top of the towel. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking at his cleats and shin guards.
“Aren’t you going to take those off?” You asked and he chuckled.
“I was just thinking about that.” He said, reaching down and untying one of his shoe, biceps flexing. You urged your eyes to the field, watching as coaches and players helped pick up equipment from the days practice. The sound of Calum’s cleat hitting the ground brought your attention and thoughts back. He peeled off his sock and his shin guard fell to the ground with it, and he started working on the other foot.
“Oh my god!” You stood up, fingers plugging your nose as Calum looked at you confused. “You reek.” You bent over, fake vomiting while he laughed at you and stuck out his foot to try and touch you, causing you to bolt the other way. “Stay over there with your smelly feet, Hood.”
“Oh come on, Y/L/n.” He said, giggling and pulling off his other sock. He stood up. “Don’t you want me over there?” He batted his eyelashes before lunging forward and as he moved so did you, turning to run towards the field. But Calum was faster and stronger and his strong arms coiled around your waist and picked you up off the ground, legs still swinging.
“No!” You said through laughter as he began walking towards the bleacher again. “Put me down, you smell so bad. I’m puking.” You made a sound to sound like you were and he just laughed at you before hitting the concrete and releasing you. “Go shower.” Your voice was nasally as you pinched your nose shut and he laughed at you, eyes crinkling at the sides as he picked up his clothes and shoes and shook his head at you.
“Your wish is my command, princess.” And he winked before sauntering off towards the men’s locker room, leaving you to think of his pet name for 10 more minutes while Charlie showered.