The OCD students were in their last class, the last class that will release them into summer. Because since the summer soccer challenge started early this year they had to end the classes sooner. Once, summer started the soccer summer challenge would begin and the tension level would rise. Massie and most of her soccer teammates sat at the same long blue table.
"I can't believe you and Derrick will be practicing together." Alicia said quietly.
"But, don't you think Derrick is hot?" Nina said shyly and stared at the book in front of her.
"No!" Massie exclaimed. "He's so annoying and he can not handle his own team."
"It's all part of the whole game of soccer." Kristen said and noticed the teacher had put on a movie for the class to watch. The lights went off and the movie started rolling.
"What is this?" Claire asked and Dempsey answered. "It's 'Bring it on'."
"Back to Derrick," Dylan blushed, "Mass, he's gorgeous."
"No he is not." Massie said and watched the opening credits. Claire shifted her weight in her seat and Dempsey began devouring the 'sour patch kids' that Kristen had brought.
"He's not the jack ass you think he is." Alicia spoke up. "His friends are the issue, not him."
"Yeah, Mass it was that Kemp Hurley who did all the talking." Kristen rolled her eyes and focused on the movie. Dylan laughed at her friend and stuffed a sour patch in her mouth.
"What?" The blond growled under her breath. Everyone was barely watching the movie but they had to keep quiet. Dylan leaned against Griffin Hastings, her sort of boy friend and soccer member. "Well, you so love him!"
"What? I do not!" Kristen said a little too loud. Everyone in the classroom stared at her and she just avoided them and looked directly at Dylan.
"You do too!" Dylan said in a soft and quiet voice.
"Shut up!" Kristen waved her hand in front of the red head.
"Oh, c'mon Kris, every year you and Kemp start arguing and getting on each other's nerves then you end up dancing with him at the victory party." Alicia laughed and Claire joined her.
"So what?" Kristen blushed and Massie hid her smile behind her hand.
"Anyway, back to Massie." Alicia looked at her. Massie sat up straight and listened carefully as everyone began the discussion.
"Mass, you're new on the team this year but, OCD and Briarwood have always been rivals." Dempsey told her.
"I know," Massie nodded and Dylan began speaking. "Derrick Harrington is one of the best soccer players in the country and if his team wins a couple of more games he'd probably be a legend."
"And," Claire continued, "OCD wins a lot of soccer games but never one against Briarwood."
"So this is big!" Nina put in.
"I'm aware, don't worry." Massie assured her friends and they didn't respond. They watched the movie in silence and waited for the bell to ring and it finally did.
XX
The Tomahawks arrived at the Westchester Resort the night before, they unpacked and got settled in. Derrick was in the boy's room lying on his bed. The room was big and on the side was a sliding door that opened to the girls' room; they were in a suite with two large rooms. The large bay window over looked the large pools. The all white room had carnations in vases saying 'welcome tomahawks from your friends the OCD phoenixes' which was a lie because it was just a kind gesture form their headmaster.
Everything seemed peaceful and relaxing but Derrick couldn't spend his day daydreaming. He had to go training this afternoon with Massie. Derrick got up and walked over to the closet where he unpacked his stuff.
"So today you're going to be dancing with the devil." Cam said as he collapsed onto a white leather chair. Derrick shrugged as the other guys walked out of the room and into the rest of the suite. Derrick sat on the bed behind him and sighed. "I guess so,"
"Devil with an angel face," Cam remarked.
"Yeah," Derrick shrugged casually.
"So, you don't think she's hot?" Cam laughed.
"No," Derrick said flatly.
"Dude, I know she's in the rival team in fact, the captain of the rival team but if you have a crush on her you can admit it." Cam said as he grabbed a soccer ball from the floor and started tossing it into the air.
Derrick laughed stiffly. "What? No I don't like her."
"Right," Cam rolled his blue and green eyes.
"Whatever, I don't have time for this, we're here to win." Derrick urged. "Even though we have to stay here for three months it'll be fine, knowing that I will crush Massie's team in the end."
"Okay, fine, I get it." Cam said still throwing the ball into the air. "She's bad, she's a witch she's evil."
"Thanks, man." Derrick clapped Cam on the shoulder and headed out of the room.
XX
Derrick met up with Massie at exactly four in the afternoon. He was dressed in his sweats and cleats as he stood in the middle of the OCD soccer field. Massie came a few seconds after Derrick. She was wearing blue sweats and white cleats. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail and her brown hair swung behind her.
"Harrington," Her voice was soft yet sharp.
"Block," Derrick greeted after he cleared his throat. Massie walked up to him and they were alone in the middle of the field. "Shall we start?'
"Of course," Massie nodded and she ran to the sideline benches to grab a soccer ball. She picked up the ball and kicked it to Derrick. She kicked real hard, like how she did during games but Derrick caught it in his hands. Massie grunted as she walked up to him in defeat. He smiled at her carefully.
Massie looked at him and he looked back, "What?' Massie asked annoyed.
"What?" Derrick responded.
"Stop staring at me," Massie whined.
"You're staring at me," Derrick corrected. Massie kicked the ground and pouted at him. "Let's just get this over with."
"Fine with me," Derrick said the ball still in his hands and he started walking to the net. "What position do you play?" He called over his shoulder
"Forward," Massie replied.
"Oh," Derrick simply said.
"And you play goalie," Massie rolled her eyes at him and Derrick smirked from the net. Massie stood right across the net and caught the ball he tossed at her.
"Just a simple kick in will do." Derrick looked straight at her. Massie placed the ball gently on the ground and angled it straight at Derrick. She kicked the ball and Derrick caught it with ease. Massie put effort into it the second time She ran with the ball and went closer to the net she kicked it and it glided across the grass. But Derrick stopped it with his foot. Massie grunted as she chased after the ball that Derrick threw. Massie grew angrier which made her work harder. She dribbled the ball and kicked it as hard as she could the ball flew with full speed and it went right passed Derrick.
"Yes!" Massie cheered and jumped up and down. Derrick grabbed the ball and walked over to her. "Nice, I guess."
"Yeah, let's take a break." Massie suggested and Derrick nodded. The two walked over to the bench where they left their gym bags. They each got out a bottle of Vitamin Water. Massie widened her eyes as she took a sip. The two sat on the bench in silence and side-glanced each other.
"So you're really fast." Derrick broke the silence and tried to ease up the tension.
"Thanks," Massie replied awkwardly. "You are too."
"Yeah," Derrick shrugged, "thanks."
"So, what is your team's problem?" Massie asked suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Derrick turned his head to her. Massie shrugged as she screwed the cap back on her bottle.
"Why are they constantly ripping at my team?" Massie questioned.
"Block this is a competitive sport what do expect?" Derrick chuckled and Massie huffed. "Well, it's a sport not a death match!"
"Massie, if you expect everyone to be nice then maybe this isn't the sport for you." Derrick said looking away from her jaw dropped face.
"What?' Massie exploded and stood up. Derrick did too. "I'm just saying this isn't a softie's game."
"For your information, I can play the game just fine thank you." Massie folded her arms across her chest.
"I know you can," Derrick said honestly. "but, still you have to get use to the rivalry since you are now the captain of OCD and it's been in rivalry with Briarwood for the longest time."
"Whatever, I know at the final soccer game, my team will kick your team's ass." Massie said and looked at him carefully.
Derrick stared back at her then broke into a smile. "Stop staring at me."
Massie rolled her eyes and turned to face the field. "So how old are you?"
"Fifteen and you?
"Fifteen."
"Wow, its fate." Derrick said teasingly and walked back to the field. Massie stomped her Adidas soccer cleat on the grass and fallowed him.
I updated this quickly, sorta. =)
Anyway I'll go back to updating 'the school of hard knocks' hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks again for the reviews.
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