CHAPTER 2
That Monday, after only living in this place for 2 days, I have my soccer tryouts. My bother drops me off at 8am at the SHS stadium and wished me good luck. Man, am I nervous! Not only do I not know anyone but I'm sure my pathetic soccer skills don't compare to the level at this school.
I make my way up to the coach and tell him my name.
"Keller Grey! We've been looking forward to you coming ever since your dad called. I'm coach Webber and this" he turns and opens up his hand at all the girls "is the 2012 Lady Huskies soccer team." He finishes with a huge smile. "I've heard a lot of good things about you Keller. We don't normally allow late tryouts but with your moving situation, and the tapes your dad sent me of your freshman year, I had to make an exception.
My face turns bright red. Oh god, what has my dad done? How did I not ever notice he was videotaping our games?
Thankfully Coach Webber doesn't seem to notice my blush. He pairs us off and puts me with a senior captain name Arizona. She's pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and she stands about 4 inches taller then me.
"I'm Arizona" she says.
"Keller" I respond quietly.
"Yeah I heard. Nice to meet you." She gives me what seems like a genuine smile. "You must be pretty good if Webber is letting you tryout late." I shake my head, way too embarrassed to talk. "Well, I guess we'll see won't we?" she gives me a little smirk. We start with volleys, and then move onto long balls, more passing, dribbling, then finally, to close out the day, shooting.
My shot is my best aspect. Not to be cocky but it's been compared to a rocket. I played right forward on Varsity my freshman year back in PA. Not that that is saying much considering the size of our school, but I still had the most goals (an assists, I'm not selfish) on our team.
Once we start shooting, I forget about everything else. All I focus on is the ball coming at me and where I want to place it in the back of the net. I don't miss once and by the time I finally pay attention, everyone is watching me, mouth open.
I blush, of course, and just stand there awkwardly until finally, Coach Webber claps his hands together and announces that's all for today.
As I walk over to my bag, Arizona catches up to me. "Well now I see why Webber was so keen on letting you try out. You rocked it Keller." I blush. "Hey listen; as it's the last week of vacation, I'm having a party at my house this Friday. You should come."
"Yeah, I'll think about it" I say knowing full well I have no intention of going to a crazy party with all underage kids where there will be alcohol and the chances of getting caught exceed 100%. She can hear the skepticism in my voice.
"I'm serious. It will be fun and give you a chance to meet some new people.
I smile at her sincerely. "I promise I'll think about it" I say again. She hands me a piece of paper with her phone number and address on it.
"Friday night. 8:00 sharp." She smiles and walks away.
My brother is there to pick me up and as soon as I get into the car he asks me how it went. I told him about shooting and he's not surprised. He is the one who compared my shot to a rocket. He then goes to the old standby, and asks if I made any new friends. I think about Arizona and her party and decide there is no harm in telling him about it.
"Oh yeah, I was invited too. We're totally going" he says like it's obvious.
"We'll see." I say and he drops it, thankfully.
The rest of the week flies by. I go to practice every morning at 8am and by Friday I know the name of every girl on the team, I've even made a couple friends. This boosts up my self esteem a little because every day when I get home at 1pm Killian has a bunch of people over swimming and hanging out.
On Friday I walk into my house and hear Killian calling me from the backyard. I walk out as he's getting out of the pool. He comes up to me, "so what do you think about tonight?" I don't pretend to forget about the party.