Who Knows - Avril Lavigne

"Come on, ladies, push it! You're half- way there - keep it up and we're done for the day!" yelled coach Nelson.

Just hearing that made all of the girls sigh - if they had the extra breath - in relief. Behind me, I could hear the panting - and some heaving - of the members in my line. It was the first week of training camp and we were doing the beloved Grid Catch- Ups as our fitness for the day. For those of you who don't know what these are- consider yourself lucky.

I waited for the last person in the other line to come back around before taking off, knowing that Angela Webber was right on my heels. Angela had been my best friend since first grade and she was a great soccer player. What was ironic about Amber was that she was one of the fastest and most fit players on the team, and she was the goalie!

"Better hurry!" Amber teased. I tried to focus on pumping my arms and not on the pounding footsteps behind me. I rounded the last corner and saw the second team just ten yards ahead of me. Taking a deep breath, I put my head down and sprinted as hard as I could. After an eternity, I finally caught up with them. Beat ya again, I thought smugly when I heard Angela sigh in frustration as she came up behind me. As if reading my mind, she growled, "Just barely."

I laughed to myself, looking down at the ground, staring at the ruts we had made from running in the same spots so many times. Six down, four to go.


"Great hustle today, ladies. I saw great effort from a lot of you," Coach Nelson praised us. "Don't forget that we are going to be voting for our new captain soon, and I'll see you tomorrow for our next fitness session." Several of the girls grumbled when he said "fitness", but I was focused on the part about voting for a new captain. This, being my senior year, was my time to shine. I wanted to show people that not only was I a great soccer player - I was a great leader.

To be captain, you must, of course receive the most votes from your teammates, and complete whatever challenge coach gives you. The challenges - for that most part - are pretty easy. The past few challenges were things like working at a homeless shelter rand cleaning bathrooms for old people. So I should, hopefully, have this in the bag as long as I get the votes.

I had made it all the way across the field and was about to get in the my car when I heard Jessica Stanley call out to me. Jessica was a good friend of mine. She was our left defender and a fast as lightning. She was standing in a group of girls when she asked, "We're all going to that new Mexican place - you wanna go?"

I was about to reply when Angela answered for me, "She can't - she's got a date with James." Had there not been a car separating us, I probably would have strangled her. I blushed as some of the girls giggled and slipped into my car.

My boyfriend, James, was amazing. We have been going out for almost a year and I still get butterflies in my stomach when I know I'm about to see him. He was perfect with his brown hair almost touching his gorgeous blue eyes. And his smile…

Quickly, before anyone could see, I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and started up the car. The engine purred to life and I zipped out of the parking lot. I was almost home when my cell phone began to blare "Popular" by The Veronicas. It was my best friend, Alice's personalized ring tone and it fit her perfectly. Alice got everything she wanted. Her personality was very blunt and she would tell it like it was.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Bella! What are you doing?" I knew that voice. She was bored out of her mind.

" I'm on my way back to my house to get ready for my date with James," I told her.

" Oh yeah, I forgot about that," she sounded disappointed and annoyed. "When are you going to break up with him?" Did I mention that Alice has a major case of bluntness?

"Alice," I warned. She had been telling me that it wasn't going to work out ever since James and I first began dating. Of course, I refused to listen.

" I know, I know. All I'm trying to say is that he is not the right guy for you. This could only end badly and when it does, you will be the one that gets hurt. I'm surprised you guys even made it this long."

"The only thing that is going to be ending soon is our conversation." I threatened, opening the front door to my unnecessarily large house. My dad was a dentist and my mom was a lawyer. They loved buying extravagant things, hence the giant house. I ran up to my room and opened my closet. Alice knew everything that was in my closet, - she picked it all out - so she was the perfect person to ask about what I should wear on my date.

"Where is he taking you?" I could hear her mind turning through the phone, remembering everything in my closet.

"Italian."

"Ooh, wear that cute little aquamarine dress. Do you know which one I'm talking about? The sleeveless one with the ruched straps and empire waist?" She was so easily distracted.

I wasn't as fashionably intelligent as her, but I knew just what she was talking about.

I had just finished getting ready when a familiar horn sounded outside. I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting my brown curls, before dashing downstairs. I was the only one home so I left a not for my parents and locked the front door as I left.

I opened the door to James's red Ford Mustang and music came pouring out. James turned to me and gave me one of his smiles that could make any girl swoon. Even over the blaring rap music, I could still hear Alice's word sin my head, … you will be the one that gets hurt.

I chose Who Know mostly because I like the chorus and the beat. Dont't worry, other chapters will have songs that actually mean something. :)

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