Casey...
Soccer practice. I'm not a huge fan of the sport. I don't have David Beckham posters all over my wall and Mia Hamm isn't my idol, I only play soccer because the guidence counselor said I need a good "outlet" or, in other words, a hobby to release stress.
"Good kick Casey!" said Coach Platt.
I was good at soccer, and it kept me fit but as soon as I graduate I'm kicking soccer to the curb. I ran to the other side of the field after the ball where another girl was about to score a goal. I was gaining on her until I finally got there and knocked her down and stole the ball.
The whistle blew. Practice over. "Ok girls, be here tomorrow!" Platt reminded us.
I made my way over to my gym bag where a guy was standing, looking as if he was waiting for me.
"Hey there girly." he said with a charming but sketchy smile. "How are you?"
I took a sip of my water and looked at him. "I'm sweating like a pig and yourself?"
He chuckled and kept that crooked smile. "Now there's a way to get a guy's attention."
I rolled my eyes. This one was another smug son of a gun like the rest. "My mission in life." I started walking away expecting him to back off, but he didn't.
"Pick you up on Friday then." he said more as a statement than as a question.
I laughed "Uh huh Friday sure!"
He picked up on my evident sarcasm. "Well, you know, I could show you places you never saw."
I laughed again at his attempts to be "cool." He was cute, really cute, I would give him that. And that smile did grab my attention, but there was something about him I didn't trust, something I didn't like.
"Do you even know my name screw boy?"
He proceeded to walk with me still not backing down. "Well we can get to know each other. I'm Derek." he held out his hand for me to shake it.
I rolled my eyes again and continued walking, I was already tired from soccer and I didn't need to get hit on by Mr. Great Smile. "And I'm not interested." then I walked off and he didn't follow. I think I had gotten rid of him. Good. Guys are all the same, especially in high school.