I'm gonna tell you guys what I told the people who are reading my Warrior story. Due to August being a very busy month, I won't be able to update much. I'll try, but I'm not sure how it will work out. I'm going to my cousin's houses on- oh gosh it's tomorrow? - Sunday. Then school, starting high school actually, and orientation. It's not exact words, but whatever. And remember, it's a jungle out there! Gotta love Monk. ^^

Riley's POV

Just after I got off the phone with Hannah, Emily came in. "Didn't you ever heard of knocking?" I muttered. "Sorry, but I saw him!" Emily's words came out in a rush. "Who, Beck?" I asked. "Yes! Who else? Anyways it's too bad he has a girlfriend. He's even hotter than your other boyfriend." she replied. I stiffened. "Were you listening to my conversation?" Emily looked down. "Not all of it, but just enough to know he has a girlfriend like I said. That's all I know, I swear!" I sighed inwardly in relief.

"Hey what day is it tomorrow?" I asked. I wasn't the one to remember what day it was all the time. Emily looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you serious? Tomorrow's Saturday! The weekend! I know you never remember, but I thought you would at least know the day that we've been here for a week." She was right. I should've known. We arrived in Hollywood late last Friday. We decided to get everything set up, and then Emily and I would start school as soon as we were done. I saw this soccer flyer at the local Rec and since I played at my school, I wanted to continue. The first game was tomorrow at 5:00.

"Oh, no." I whispered. "What?" Emily asked. "My first soccer game. It's tomorrow at 5!" Emily looked confused. "I don't see how that's a problem." "Soccer games are usually at least an hour and a half which would bring me to 6:30, then me and Beck made plans for me to meet him at 7!" my voice rose up to a hysterical point. Emily started to say something but I cut her off. "It's a home game, thank God, but then I have to change and I'll be all sweaty and reapply my makeup and fix my hair…" I stopped for a moment to catch my breath.

Emily spoke before I could continue. "Okay, first of all, I've seen you at games. Your hair always stays in place. Second, it isn't a date; I doubt he'll care what you look like." "Well I do!" I snapped. I wasn't usually like this; I was just so stressed right now. "Okay, okay, I get it." Emily said. "Bring everything you need and you'll be good." Sensing what I was about to say, she added, "Bring perfume. Trust me, it won't kill you." I sighed. Suddenly, I was not looking forward to going to Beck's.

Saturday afternoon

I was at the mall, hanging out with Tori. "I can't believe I totally forgot about my soccer game." We were sitting in the cafeteria, drinking smoothies from Pulp. I explained everything to her. "Wow. You play soccer?" Tori asked. "Yeah, ever since I was a little girl." I replied. "Can I watch?" "Uh, sure." I said. I was surprised that Tori wanted to watch. Hannah played with me and my ex-boyfriend Aaron was never into it. "Cool, I'll meet you there." I said

I stepped onto the field, water bottle swinging from my hands. My parents and my sister came as well. Tori would meet them once she got here. A lot of parents were already sitting in chairs talking to one another. This would be the first time in years when I didn't have someone I knew playing on the field. I saw a lot of girls kicking shots. They looked tough, which was great because I loved challenge. I headed up to a man with a clipboard and a box.

"Hello, my name is Riley Shoal and I signed up for soccer." I said politely. The guy scanned his list. "Yes, I have you for team number 702." He pointed to a team over on the far side of the field. "Oh, here's your shirt." He tossed me a light green jersey with number 8 on it. I thanked him and made my way over to the team. Another man was there; I assumed he was the coach. He looked up from his clipboard.

"Name?" he asked. "Riley Shoal." I said. He looked at the paper again. When he looked up again, he was smiling. "Hello Riley, I'm coach Dan. What position do you play?" "I mostly play forward and sometimes midfield." I answered. "Okay, welcome to the team."

The game was about to start. We would be playing the blue team. Coach Dan came over to us. "Alright, I want Mackenzie to play goalie. Defenders are Sophia and Emma. Riley, you'll be mid, and forwards are Jessica and Katie. The rest will be on the sidelines with me. We're playing halves just to let you know. Great I just had to say I play midfield. Though everyone says I'm good, it's a lot of work and running. I was good. I knew it and so did everyone else. I couldn't think of anything else but soccer. I just had to be focused and hopefully everything would be good.

We stood at our positions, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. Our team had the ball first and he blew it. Jessica kicked the ball behind her to me, and I ran forward with Jessica and Katie on each side of me. One of the girls tried to steal it, but I passed it to Katie at the last second. We kept passing the ball back and forth, someone occasionally stealing it.

It went on like this for a little while. Our defense was great and so was the goalie. Finally, Emma kicked the ball so that it flew into the air and I sprinted after it. I caught up to it, made some passes before it came back to me again, dribbled some more, and when I got into close distance, I kicked it as hard as I could, and it sailed right into the corner of the goal. The crowd starting cheering and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

We won, 5-4. I walked back to my car still embarrassed over my mom's gushing. Tori and Emily followed. I opened the door where I had a change of clothes. I took off my jersey and other shirt which left me with a tank top, and put the shirt I took on. I left the soccer shorts I had on. My hair was pulled in a high ponytail, straight as always. I took off my knee guards, socks, and shoes off and put on flip flops instead. I redid my makeup in the mirror. When I was happy with my appearance, I said goodbye to Tori and my sister and drove to Beck's house.

Beck's POV

It was past 7, and I was beginning to wonder if Riley was coming soon. I was about to text her when there was knocking. I made my way over to the door and opened it. Riley stood there wearing a V-neck shirt, something that looked like soccer shorts, and flip flops. Her blond hair was in a ponytail. "So this is where you live?" she asked. I shrugged. "If I lived in my parent's house, I'd have to live by their rules. So, I moved here where I can live by my rules. "Oh." Riley walked over to the couch and sat down. She seemed to notice me looking at her clothes and she blushed.

"I play soccer." Riley explained. "The first game was today at 5. I totally forgot about it until Emily told me." I nodded and sat down next to her. "Let's go through the script." I said.

We were nearing the end, and we ended up sitting back on my couch. I looked into her eyes like I would when we would act it. I would say I loved her but I didn't. I could just see the beautiful pools of blue. Her lips looked soft and perfect. Riley was very pretty even now. I don't know what got into me, but I found myself pulling her toward me, and pressing my lips to hers. Riley was surprised, but agreed to part her lips. She was a good kisser; like she's done it before which didn't surprise me. It was a different experience, only to get cut short when there was a voice.

"What the hell?"

Yup, gotta end it here! I know the soccer stuff might have been a bit boring, sorry. I play soccer in real life so I myself liked it. Finally getting to the interesting part! Yep, so if you wanna know what happens next, review! Pwetty pwease?

"It's a jungle out there."