A/N: I know I promised to update sooner because you guys sent a lot of reviews. But I've been tied up writing a major history paper, so I haven't had time to update. I owe you guys big time. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you guys didn't think the switch between Syd and Vaughn's point of views were confusing. That's good because it happens in this chapter too! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Please review.

"I bet it's tough for you now," he continued. I gave him a confused look and he just said, "You didn't know?"

"Know what?" I was bewildered to a non-belief. What did he mean?

"Sydney has a boyfriend."

A boyfriend? I thought I was her boyfriend.

"Well, who is it then?" I asked Weiss. Who could it be?

"Kevin."

Man, I really have a good kick. I kicked the ball three-fourths to the other side. Let's see if anyone can beat that.

I looked at everyone else on the field. They wereall staring at me. Sure, that was a pretty far kick, but this whole staring thing was freaking me out a little. I guess you could say soccer is my forte, up there with running. Just like Vaughn's forte is hockey. He's pretty damn good.Everyonewasstill staring. I turned to walk over towards Coach Olsen, hoping everyone would stop staring. What do you know? It worked!

"How was that Coach?" I asked.

"How was that?" she threw a question, as if I had been sarcastic.

I stood there waiting for an answer.

"That was the best kick I've seen since last season. Except on television, no offense," she complimented.

"So..."

"So, what? Spit it out Bristow."

"Did I make the team?"

"Did you make the team?" okay, repeating everything I say is so not going to get us anywhere.

"Well, did I?" I asked straightly. I better get an actual answer this time.

"Of course you made the team."

"What?"

"You made the team," Coach Olsen says again. Well yeah, I got that part. My 'what?' line, totally acting. Of course I knew I was going to make the team. I bet she'll say next, that I made team captain. "Infact, I've decided that, with some of the freshmen coming to the team, you should be team captain. You're a perfect example." See, what did I tell you?

"Really? Thank you so much Coach" once again, acting. I should give this psychic thing a try.

"Practices will be on Mondays and Wednesdays. You can pick up your jersey tomorrow after school in my office."

Sweet. "I'll be sure to do that Coach," I said, trying to play cool, but really, I wasactually excited.

"Your number jersey number still ten?"

"Yes it is."

"Alright then, Bristow. Welcome back to the team," and with that, Coach Olsen returned to evaluating try-outs.

Wow. Team Captain. Third year in a row. Who would've thought. I must be really good to have made it this far. I honestly don't mean to be so cocky. Now I'm really starting to remember that game from back in the seventh grade, Vaughn was talking about at lunch today. I totally remember that game now. It was freezing, and it pelting down rain. Tina Lardson, my team's right wing player, scored two goals, before the other team scored three against us. I remember Hannah Davis tying up the game. I almost wished she didn't, because all I wanted to do was go home and take a nice bath. But I don't give up that easily. By this time in the game, every single muscle in my body ached. The referee gave both teams an hour break before the game went into over-time. During the hour break, Vaughn waited with me in the heating tent. He'd been watching the entire game. He wasn't even my boyfriend yet. But still, he came to all my games.

"Syd," he started.

"Vaughn,"

"Here's the deal. If you score a goal before the end of the game" he continued. "I'll take you to a movie after school next Friday. And maybe after, I treat you to pizza."

"Vaughn,"

"Yeah," he said, with an anxious look on his face.

"Are you bribing me by asking me out?" I asked. I mean we werereally good friends. I never thought in million years he would ask me out, even though I had always hoped he would.

"Is it working"

"A little bit." Dude, it wastotally working.

The next thing I knew, the game was about to go into double over time, because still, no goals were scored. But we only got a ten minute water break before the second over time started, so I didn't get to talk to Vaughn. After the double over time, still, no goals scored. It was time for a shoot-out. Our coach lined us up at the penalty box, and chose five us to particpate in the shoot out, as the other team was only to pick five too. I was picked last. This was the kicking order, and the other team went first. So I was the last kick in the game. If I didn't score a goal in the shoot out, I'd be letting my team down, and Vaughn. All the other players before me, my team and the other team, hadn't even scored one goal. So I was the last hope. As I waited for ref to blow the whistle, signaling for me to kick, all I could think about, was a movie and possibly pizza with Vaughn. That would be so great. Before his offer, I had a crush on him for a short while. But I never thought he would ask me out. TWEET! The ref blew the whistle. So I got into my kicking stance, and quickly had to think about aim. Always go for the corners, I said to myslef. I aimed and kicked for the corner. The goalie knew my move. Her hands were already up as the ball went soaring through the air. I screwed up the shot. Or so I thought. I just stood there, watching the ball go straight through the fingertips of the goalie, and glide into the net. I scored. I was going to a movie with Vaughn Friday.

I bet I looked pretty weird, just standing there, as everyone else was trying out. I guess I got a little too caught up in my memory from the seventh grade tournament. I looked at the time, on my watch. 4:15. Since when have try outs ever been that long? Whatever. I had a lot of homework for the night, so I had to get home. As I rummaged around in my soccer bag for my car keys, something caught my attention in the bleachers. It wasWeiss and Vaughn. Vaughn had a blank expression on his face. Oh no. Weiss is so not telling him! Or was he? Vaughn positioned the front of his body towards the field. Toward me.

He wasjust looking at me. No expression at all.

He knew.

"HEADS UP!"

All I saw next was darkness.

"Sydney," someone was stroking my face. Kind of like how Vaughn used to. "Syd. Wake up."

I forced myself to open my eyes.

I saw Vaughn.

"She's awake Coach Olsen," he told someone off in the distance. Apparently Coach Olsen. "Sydney, are you alright" he asked.

"Yeah. What happened?" I asked sitting up, finding myself, laying on the school soccer field.

"Well, you got hit in the head with a ball," he grinned slightly. How is that funny?

"How is that funny Vaughn?" I demanded, sort of smiling myself.

"You were totally oblivious."

"Oh," I said, giggling.

My laugh musthave beencontagious, because he waslaughing too.

"Bristow, I think Michael should drive you home" Coach Olsen said from behind me. I have a first name too Coach. It's Sydney. Say it with me, Syd-ney.

I turned around, "But I drove my car to school today. I'm fine, really. I can drive myself home Coach."

"Syd, you just got hit in the head with a ball, and didn't even know it," Vaughn said. He has a concerned look on his face. And then there they are. The worry lines in his forehead. Damn him.

"I'm afraid he's right Bristow. You are in no condition to be driving yourself home," she agreed with Vaughn. Again, I go by Sydney.

"Fine," I gave up. It wasthose damn worry lines. When I finally gave in, Vaughn's face lit up. I tossed him my keys. "See you Saturday Coach."

"Wednesday, Bristow. There's practice Wednesday. You take good care of my star player Michael," she called to us as we walked towards the parking lot. And she calls him by his first name. He doesn't even prefer Michael. Whatever.

"I will Coach Olsen," he replied.

The whole drive home there was silence. It was just me, Vaughn, and my SUV. Awkward. The radio wasn't even on. I know what hewasthinking. He wasthinking about the fact that I had a boyfriend. He looked hurt as he wasconcentrating on the road ahead.

We finally arrived at my house. Vaughn opened his door, and ran around to the other side to open mine. He didn't have to. I am fully capable of opening my own door thank-you very much. When I got out and stepped onto my driveway, Vaughn had my soccer bag in his arm and walking to the front door of my house. I oddly found myself following him. He stopped and turned to me.

"Sydney, why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?" he asked. Whoa, I totally did not see that one coming.

"I didn't think you cared," I whispered under my breath, while looking down at the ground.

"You didn't think I cared?"

I shook my head in response.

"When I first came home from France, I was so excited to see my girlfriend. But instead of her telling me herself that she has moved on," he continued. But I haven't moved on. "I have to hear it from my best friend. Do you call that not caring?" his voicewas a hushed tone, but you could tell he wasangry-and hurt.

"But Vaughn. You left. You didn't even tell me why," I retorted. "I didn't even know if you would be coming back or not."

"Yeah, but Syd, if it were me, I would have waited," now he really looked hurt. There were tears in his eyes. I could feel tears stinging my own eyes.

"But-"

"Michael? Is that you?" my mother interrupted, opening the front door.

"Yeah. It's nice to see you again Mrs. Bristow," Vaughn said to my mother politely.

"Actually Michael, it's Derevko now," she said. That's right. Mom and Dad got a divorce.

"Oh. Sorry. Well I best be going now," he said, turning to make his way to the sidewalk.

"Good to see you again Michael," Mom called out after him.

"You too! I'll see you later Sydney!" he shouted back.

"Vaughn wait!" I yelled. But it wastoo late.

He hadalready turned the block.

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