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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 22:57:11 GMT -5
It was later that day. Mal had left practice early (after the first session but before the start of the second session) with Sammi and some Liam kid to go see Mr. Johnson. Coach Gibson had given it the ok. Now, hours later, the practice was ending for real. Both sessions were complete. Her clean jersey was now sweaty. She was sitting by her duffel bag, stretching thouroughly when she heard a timid cough and looked up.
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:02:45 GMT -5
Liam after talking with Mal's dad were soon off, hopefully something would be done. He watched the other session of practice. As he walked over, Sammi pushed him toward Becky. He coughed a bit shyly, looking at Sammi a bit mad, but he soon saw Becky looking at him and just managed a shy smile. "H...hum... huh..h..hello.."
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:07:29 GMT -5
"Go ON Liam" Sammi urged with a whisper. She couldn't deny that she was hoping Becky would say yes to his question because then he wouldn't be upset and would stop subtly flirting with her. He would flirt with Becky instead.
Becky raised an eyebrow at Liam. He seemed really nervous. "Hi. Are you ok?" She grabbed one of her toes, stretching the backs of her legs.
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:13:37 GMT -5
Liam was still a bit shy, he looked over but Sammi and even Mal where gone, so was the rest of the team, what was going on did they want him to have a heart attack, he just held his stomach though, he forgot to take a painkiller, he then focused his gaze on Becky. "G..great moves."
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:19:44 GMT -5
Becky followed his eyes around the field. Pretty much everyone was gone. Coach Gibson was the only one left in the parking lot, putting things in the trunk of his truck. "Thanks...how did you get here?" She raised an eyebrow, grabbing her water bottle from the open outer pouch of her bag and squirting some in her mouth. "Didn't you leave with Mal and Sammi?"
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:27:45 GMT -5
"Huh..y..yes, we just came back and...and well I watched the rest of training with..Sam...." Liam said, observing the way she was drinking the water, it was kinda so.. exotic view, he just gulped calmly as he looked at her and shook his head to take that weird image with butterflies and them hugging, off his head.
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:33:21 GMT -5
"You guys watched the practice? Wasn't it kind of boring for you? I mean, no offense, but I never thought you or Sammi were big soccer people." She wiped the excess water from her mouth with the back of one wrist, capped the bottle and tossed it in the general area of her bag. She began peeling off her cleats, shinguards and socks next. "Was there a reason you came back" she asked after a minute. "Or was it just spontanious?" She dug around in her bag, surfacing with a pair of black flip flops that she shoved onto her feet.
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:38:04 GMT -5
"Doesn't mean that cause I'm a nerd.. it's necessarily boring, I do love soccer." Liam said, he just didn't have the skill to play it, what she said next just made him question a little, what could he say. "Well.. hum.. actually... Sammi pushed me here... because.. I want..t..to learn more about...you.."
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:41:51 GMT -5
"I didn't mean it was because you were a...is that how you classify yourself?" Becky got to her feet, gathering together all her stuff and cramming it into her already overstuffed duffel bag. Zipping it closed, she glanced up to meet his eyes. "Me? Why me?" A sudden memory struck her and she rolled her eyes, shouldering her heavy bag. "It's because I took off my shirt, isn't it? You guys are all the same."
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:44:45 GMT -5
"That's what everyone says about me.." Liam just said, though at the bra thing he just blushed, though it wasn't the real reason, he was just interested on her and wasn't because of the bra, in fact he didn't know. "No, not because of that... I'm just...well just want to know you better..the bra has nothing to do with it.. I don't think about that like the other guys."
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:48:57 GMT -5
"Really?" Becky was flattered. "You actually don't care that I basically flashed you? You're an interesting kid, Liam." She headed for the parking lot. "Well, I'm not the most interesting person ever...what did you want to know?"
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 2, 2009 23:54:05 GMT -5
"Huh kid.. but I'm not a kid.." Liam said, following her calmly, he was actually wondering what he wanted to know, she seemed different from the other girls, he just shrugged when she asked the question. "Well... to me, you are interesting.. though of course.. would like to know more about you.. like... what kind of girl are you, or those simple kind of questions I guess, not sure how.. those stuff work." Liam was being honest, he never know how stuff started and how relationships went all he knew his friendship first, then usually something else happened.
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 2, 2009 23:57:26 GMT -5
"What kind of a person I am...wow, deep question" she laughed, tossing her bag in the trunk of her Sedan. "Well, how about I just start with the basics. I'm seventeen, a junior at Saint James High...I've lived in Saint James my whole life...I'm the middle born of five kids. Your turn." She leaned against the closed trunk, keys in hand.
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Post by Liam Grayson on Nov 3, 2009 0:01:05 GMT -5
Liam listened carefully, all his attention on her, abandoning the surroundings. She soon asked him and Liam just scratched his hair, he had to be honest so he sighed calmly. "Well my names Liam, born in saint james.. mom died giving birth to me... dad beat me up a couple of times, blaming me for her death.. and I've been picked on a couple of times. And today is my second day out of the hospital, still I can feel the pain I got because of a madman who almost killed me."
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Post by Rebecca Dawes on Nov 3, 2009 0:06:02 GMT -5
Becky blinked a couple of times at him. This had to be his and his nerdy friends' idea of a sick practical joke. "Ok. See you around, Liam." She smiled: a strained, but polite one, pushed off the trunk and headed for the driver's side of her car, pulling the elastic from her messy, tangled hair on the way and sliding it over one wrist.
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