The Soccer Queen (ON HOLD for now) - C. Joyce (summer books .txt) 📗

gone, gone, gone, gone

I'm gone

For those who like him, you're welcome. If you don't...sorry for causing you guys pain. I kind-of like him, not a huge fans like most girls. Sure, he's cute just not really my type of guys. To tell you the truth, don't tell anyone. My type is mostly guys like...James. *fake gasps* coming from you reading this. Wait, who are you anyways and how can you read my mind? Or am I just talking to myself? Weird....
A little bit
Too weird...
Oh no, he's walking over to me!!! WHHYYY???!! What should I do??? Say "hi" no, no, too stupid! Pretend to read and not to give eye contract? Yupp!! I know, NOT the BEST plan I got. -.- Chapter 4 Where the games begin!

~Still Jame's Pov.~

"I know you're pretending to read." I said in a monotone as she slowly put the book down a smirk grew on my face.

"oh." Was her simple reply.

"Stupid.." I muttered quietly. Turn my head to the other side where a blond bimbo wink at me.

"what?" She asked with a dumb look on her face.

"Huh?" I pretend to be a clueless moron. I saw her shake her head, lips mouthing a "never mind". So! Bored! Think James how to make this fun? Oh...a bet! "I'm better at soccer than you."


Her dark ember-ish black with green iris eyes quickly met with my dark brown eyes. A second later I thought I saw fiery flames flaming in her kind, pure eyes. "What?!" I never seen her like this before. Like something in her soul just snapped. An innocent angel so pure, turned into an devil who's eyes can kill a person into pieces.

Keep it cool James, Be brave, QUIT being such a pasty. "Am so.."

"Are not."

"So..."

"NOT!"

"Want to make a bet?" I offer trying to stop her and from my ears bleeding. It literary shut the hell up with her. Also her devil's eyes turn back to a wimpy angel's, just like how I like it. Wait? WHAT? Just how I like it?

It took her a belief minute before answering, "ok. What kind of bet?"

What kind of bet James? What kind. "Bet is who ever-"

*DDDDDDDDDDDiiIIIIIINNnnnGGGG!!!*

Really?! WTF bell? I focus back to Cyt. who was leaving. "WAIT!" Cyt. stopped walking and stare at me once again. "Meet me at gym. We'll talk."

Imprint

Text: ©Copyright 2012 C. Joyce
Publication Date: 01-03-2012

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
People who like soccer. =3 Sorry if something about some stuff about soccer is wrong, I don't play the sport. =D *Using the word crub instead if swearing, for young readers. DON'T get mad if you actually like swear words, please pay attention not trying to be a goody-two-shoes. JUST being polite to the young readers* =3 Caution: May actually have a few swearing but not a ton. Sorry about that. I'm trying to get at least 15 favorites so I can write a second book! So please like this book! I don't know when its going to come out, maybe after this book is finish =3