A:N// And here I was thinking that I would never read something on fanfiction that would truly get me inspired to write another story. Yet here I am, typing away on my computer on a Tuesday night. Of course the only music I can hear is the soundtrack of Step Up 2 and my brother playing some odd game on his x-box 360. But I'm getting off topic, here's my new story. I'm just typing so I'm not one hundred percent sure where this is going. But bear with me people! Oh and my unknown inspiration goes out to the wonderful stories by greyhaven11

For as long as I could remember I had been running around doing a sport. First it had been basketball, which had ended badly due to tearing three muscles that attached to my hip bone. Then there had been cheerleading which I had quit because of all the unwanted drama. Yes, I had liked cheerleading, and the competition was a little harder than I had expected it to be, but still. I suppose that cheerleading just hadn't been for me. I had tried tennis but had quickly decided that running around in a skirt listening to grunting noises back and forth just wasn't for me. But that's when I came to my true love, soccer.

I suppose that there was just something about running the length of a field that I liked a lot better than doing anything else. I loved the adrenaline rush when I ran up and down the field. Yes, I was a runner. But I also loved the great sensation of scoring a goal. I scored the majority of the goals at Spencer. But I was also the captain so it was sort of expected of me.

Right now we were right in the middle of a hardcore practice session. Coach Mongeon was furious at us for slacking off. Personally, I was all for the running. But let's face it; I was a freak when it came to running. I didn't just enjoy it, I loved it. Everyone thought I was insane when they all found out that I would rather be doing suicides than practicing some lame offense that wouldn't even work.

"Callie," Ally called out my name and I turned around just in time to stop a ball with my head. I quickly sent it off in the direction in which it had just came from. Ally smiled at me in thanks and I turned back to concentrate on the drill that I was working on with Carmen.

"Are we almost done?" Carmen whined.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Not even close." But it was true. I didn't consider a drill being 'almost done' until it was one-hundred percent done. So in that case, we weren't.

"But we've been doing this for twenty minutes," she whined again.

I ignored her and thought about my attempt at a lame joke but I dismissed it as I just stared at the soccer ball that was resting in between my legs. My back came back into contact with the grass and then I used my stomach to lift myself off the ground again. We were doing what our coach referred to as 'real crunches'. He said that just doing plain crunches was what people did as a poor excuse. He thought that making everything harder was the right way to do it. But I couldn't complain because I knew that it was only getting us in better shape. Although I couldn't help but to wonder as to how having a four-pack would make us better on the field.

"Fine," I said as I sat up and let the soccer ball fall to the ground. "We're done!" I announced to the other six girls that were surrounding me.

Everyone seemed to collapse to the ground in exasperation and I laughed out loud. "Come on," I began as I looked at Carmen. "You know that we need to stay in shape," I chided.

"Yes but having four-packs doesn't really help us win games," Carmen pointed out.

She had me there, for I knew that I had just thought about that nearly five minutes ago. "Whatever," I mumbled with a smile still intact on my face.

We all stood up and waited on the side-line for our coach to give us the next set of instructions.

"Think that he'll let us off early?" Carmen whispered to me.

I glanced over at our coach, in his orange shirt and black warm-up pants and then shook my head. "No way in hell," I scoffed. There had been one day that our coach had let us go early, but that was because his wife had gotten killed. "Not unless he has a daughter that we don't know about," I pointed out and Carmen chuckled.

The rest of the team joined us on the side-line and we all waited in silence. We all knew what talking while the coach was waiting to give us instructions did to him. It pissed him off.

"Due to the fact that I have….erm….something to attend to this afternoon," he began. "Practice will be ending early."

We all stole glances from one another but kept it silent.

He glanced down at his watch then back at us. We didn't move. "You can go now," he dismissed us and we all gathered up our belongings.

"Well that was interesting," Carmen said while I took a sip of my water.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"So are you hanging out with Leah tonight?" Carmen asked.

I shrugged. Leah was my best friend and we had known each other our whole lives. But since she had been going out with James six and a half months ago we didn't get the usual bonding time that we usually had. Although, I didn't mind it all that much. She was still my room-mate so we had sleepover routines every night.

"I'm not sure if she's hanging out with James," I explained.

"Well if she is then you should go to Nicky's with us," she said.

I nodded but didn't want to agree right away. I knew that Leah would get mad if I made plans with Carmen before even asking her. The two were very opposite from one another. Carmen was sporty but also could be pretty when the right clothes were being worn. But Carmen didn't care about gossip and she absolutely hated cheerleaders. Leah, well, she was gorgeous and had a gorgeous boyfriend which made up a whole package of gorgeousness. Leah was a cheerleader and was pretty good friends with this girl named Dee who was a total bitch, and was quite the cheerleader stereotype. Leah actually liked gossip, and depending on who it was about I would actually listen because it was interesting. But Spencer gossip was often beneath my standards. I know, how conceited it is of me to be saying that, but it's true. I'll admit that I used to be quite the gossip titan, but not anymore.

I looked over at Carmen who had an uneasy look on her face. I knew that look. "Don't worry. If Leah is hanging out with Dee then I won't invite them," I assured her. Carmen's face became clear of worry.

It's not that Carmen couldn't stand up for herself, she just didn't like public rumbles that might cause her to lose her scholarship or her spot on the soccer team. She was counting on a soccer scholarship to get into college.

I pulled my iPod out of my gym bag and stuffed one of the headphones into my ear. It was a well known fact that I couldn't survive without my iPod. It kept me somewhat sane.

"So is Leah still dating that guy?" Carmen asked.

I nodded lightly. "It's been around six months."

Carmen laughed. "You know how long they've been dating?"

"It's engraved in my head, thanks to Leah," I explained with a chuckle.

"It doesn't surprise me." I looked over at Carmen who threw her hands in the air for defense. "All I'm saying is that gossip and cheerleading is not a life," she pointed out.

"I know." I paused and a grin appeared on my face. "Soccer is."

Carmen smiled and nodded her head. "Exactly."

But even Carmen could become a little more preoccupied with her homework and classes when we should have a big game in our thoughts instead.

"But here's the thing about life," I began. "The thing about life is that we are all going to die eventually," I quoted in the best philosopher's voice that I could manage.

Carmen applauded. "That was deep, Cal."

I bowed. "Thank you. I'll be here all week."

Carmen started walking into the girls locker room but I turned the other way and began walking down the hall.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"To my room," I said. "I don't have anything in the locker room and I'll just shower later," I explained.

She nodded. "Call me later," she said.

I nodded and we parted our ways.

I walked down the athletics hall and passed the indoor swimming pool. Nobody was in the pool so apparently the boys swim practice had ended.

I looked down at my feet and saw that I was still laced up in my cleats. Crap. I knew that if I was caught by a coach of some sort that I would be dead. They didn't allow cleats in the halls because they didn't want us tracking mud or leaving scuff marks. Seriously, these Spencer people really needed to lighten up.

I dropped my bag to the floor and leaned against the wall so that I could pull my cleats off. Once that was done I dropped them into my bag and walked through the hall with my socks on.

"Hey, Scott!" I heard my last name being called, and I knew the voice well enough to just roll my eyes and keep walking.

But I knew that he wasn't going to give up. I could hear him running towards me and I could also tell that he didn't have shoes on. He was so stupid.

He almost collided into me from his wet feet sliding across the tile floor. He came into pace with my steps and I looked over at him. "What?" I asked.

"Do you know where Tyler is?" Reid asked.

I shook my head. "You just had practice with him," I pointed out.

"He didn't go," he said.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Reid with a surprised expression on my face. "Well I didn't expect that."

He shrugged. "Me either. Coach was sort of pissed, but Caleb was even more pissed off."

I chuckled. "You would think that if Caleb and Sarah were sleeping together by this point that he wouldn't be so tense," I said more to myself than to Reid.

He laughed and ran a hair through his wet mane of hair. "Right," he said. "So if you see him or if he calls you then just warn him about Caleb and Coach, alright?"

I nodded my head and watched Reid's pace get a little quicker. It wasn't that I wasn't good enough of friends with Reid that we couldn't walk down the hallway together and have a light conversation. It was the fact that he would be getting to Nicky's as fast as he could so that he could get Aaron's money, rather than search for Tyler to warn him. But no, I had gotten assigned that task. Shocker.

I walked back to my room and walked inside, only to find Leah and James entangled with one another on her bed.

"Ew," I groaned and covered my eyes. "If I wanted to watch porn then I would totally order it," I commented as I tossed my bag near my bed.

Leah and James stopped kissing and Leah just giggled. "We weren't having sex," she pointed out.

I nodded to her shirt and his shirt that were on the ground. "Yes but I'm sure that you were only just moments away from that glorious task."

Leah rolled her eyes and jumped off her bed and pulled her shirt back on. "So what are you up to tonight?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Not sure. I was thinking about going to Nicky's with Carmen," I said.

She sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair. "I thought you were going out with Dee and I," she complained.

I raised my eyebrows. Since when did I hang out with Dee? Never. "You know I don't hang out with Dee," I told her.

"I thought that it was about time that my best friend got to know my cheerleading best friend," she explained.

I shook my head. "As much as I would love to I think I'll pass," I declined with sarcasm.

"What is so bad about Dee that you can't put up with her to hang out with me?" Leah whined.

I chuckled and she shot me a dirty look. "What? I was just laughing because you're a poet and you didn't even know it." I laughed again at my own joke. Leah wasn't amused. I sighed. "I've told you this before but I'll tell you again," I began. "I just don't like Dee. She's your average bitchy cheerleader who is more into gossip and sleeping with boys than she is with anything else."

Leah gave me a look and I plopped down onto my bed. "I know what you're going to say," I began.

"Good," Leah interrupted me. "Then you'll know that I was going to remind you that you used to be a cheerleader and you used to love gossip and going to huge parties with me."

I sighed. It appeared that I could never win when it came to this topic. "I know," I agreed. "But need I remind you that I am no longer a cheerleader and that I no longer care about said gossip?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Whatever," she said and threw her arms up in the air in defeat. She turned around to head into the bathroom. "Just promise that we'll have a girls night tomorrow night," she said from where she was standing in our bathroom.

"I promise," I said and held up three fingers.

She peered at me as she walked back out of the bathroom.

"Girl Scout Honor," I said with a mocking tone.

At that, I knew she couldn't resist but to laugh. Leah had a hard time holding grudges against me.

I looked over at James, who still didn't have his shirt on. I think that he just liked showing off how ripped he was. In some ways he reminded me of Reid and how conceited they both were. But I personally thought that James was an all around asshole, much like Aaron. Whereas Reid could have his moments; his very rare moments.

Leah kissed James and handed him his shirt. "I've got to get ready for tonight but I'll see you later?" she asked.

James nodded and threw his shirt over his head and over his tanned body.

"Do you mind me asking why you and Jordan are so different?" I asked. Jordan was James' twin brother who was very nice, but also a bit of a loner.

James just shot me a look and didn't answer. It was obvious that he knew his brother was more likeable than him. But he just wouldn't admit it.

"Callie," Leah scolded. "Be nice."

"I am nice," I reminded her. "It's your boyfriend who is best friends with Aaron Abbott."

Leah knew that she didn't have a comeback to that one. Even though Leah could be very naïve at times she was smart enough to know that Aaron was a total dick. She sighed and watched James walk out the door.

"He's quiet today," I observed.

She shrugged. "You always bombard him," she said lightly.

I didn't deny it. I was always saying something to James that might upset Leah. But I couldn't help it. There was just a natural feeling that I had that made me not like him.

"I'm taking a shower then I'm going out with Carmen," I explained and gathered my things so that I could shower.

She nodded her head. "So I'll see you back here?"

"Yeah that sounds about right. Well, that is if I don't end up going home with some gorgeous stranger," I joked.

Leah laughed and I was glad to have lightened the mood at my own expense.

I set my things down on my bed and grabbed my cell-phone and punched in Carmen's number. "So are we going to Nicky's or what?" I asked with a grin.

I know it's just the start but I can promise you a good story. They are always better for me when I write covenant stories. As of now, I'm not sure which of two sons this pairing is going to be with. But I'll let you know in the summary as soon as I know.

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