Love Comes As a Surprise

It seems that no matter how hard I try, waking up with an alarm clock is just not my thing. The time was well passed 7:45, and school began at 8:20. I quickly sprung out of bed, and ran to the shower. I guess I'll have to settle for cold water this time. I slapped the white shampoo on my pitch black hair. It cooled my scalp as I ran my body down with cold water. I scrubbed soap against my body, and stepped out. As I dried myself with a towel, I picked up my Iphone, and punched in the pass code. 7-8-9-0.

I scrolled through my contacts and found Rainbow Dash in the smack middle. I tapped her name, and began to type a text message:

Im gonna be late, save a spot 4 me, n tell coach to start the match without me

I pressed send, and set it down. A couple seconds later RD replied. I picked it back up again and saw:

lol, so typical of u =P, yeah whtever ill save u a spot

I shook my head and put some clothe on. I didn't have much clean, so I went with my sky-blue Aguero jersey (look him up). I slipped on a some jeans, and put on a belt. While most sportsy guys have the typical beefy body, I had a lean, muscular one, tanned. No, I'm NOT a douche, and tanned it on purpose. It was natural for living 7 years in Portugal, playing for the Benfica (a team) youth squad. I was about to get a contract for the first team, but my mom shipped me to America for decent education. So there went my dream of being a soccer player (I'll call it soccer for you Americans). I brushed my teeth, and made my way to the door. While I normally ditch breakfast, this time I brought along a Gatorade. I don't know why, I just felt the need to.

I was 16, and I passed my driving test as soon as possible. I decided today would be the perfect time for a first time ride. Besides, I'm in the middle of an emergency. Normally, I call mom who lives in Portugal with her family and my dad, but today I decided to wing it. I mean, what could they do, all the way in Lisbon? I take out the keys, and open the cherry-red Ford Focus. The scent wafting from the insides actually smells fine. I would expect it to smell a little bad, but no, it's all fine.

The car ride was less than 5 minutes to school, so I got there barely on time. I parked my car in an empty spot. I began walking to class when my phone started to buzz. RD sent a text:

CMON WERE ALREADY TWO MEN DOWN ON THE SQUAD! GET UR ARSE HER, BEFORE I COME AND KICK IT THERE!

I replied

k, on my way

I popped some Beats in my ear, and put some music on. I shoved past the crowd that began to form around the hallways, and ran to the locker room. At this time, most guys who don't take a shower in the morning do it now. So that means I have the room to myself.  I slip of the shirt, and apply deodorant. That's when someone walks in.

"I told him I would kick his ass if he didn't come here!"

The steam from the shower sneaks the stall. It was nearly impossible to see anyone. I pushed the though aside, until someone bumped into me. It was no doubt a RD. Who else has rainbow colored hair? I could see her blush from this distance, which wasn't more than a couple inches. I broke the silence.

"You do know that girls can't come in the boys loc-"

"Yeah, I get, coach sent me here." She said, putting her finger on my lips, and cutting me off.

"Uh, ok." I mumbled unintelligibly.

"I'm just gonna tell coach your coming," After a pause, she smiled and spoke."You look nice."

Now I didn't know if she was referencing to my shirtless self, or just me. She left before I could ask her. I shook the though out of my head. She is the biggest tomboy I'll ever know. She would never say something like that.

I slipped on my shirt and made my way out to the field.

If your are in the Canterlot High Soccer Team, then you get a free pass from regular gym. You just have to sprint, lift, and scrimmage a hundred times more. I met RD out next to the penalty box, not thinking of what she said.

"Well now that our friend is here," he said glaring at me "We can finally start the pre- season friendly."

The other team looked didn't look like competition. We play a 4-3-1-2 formation, with me and RD the two strikers. We set ourselves up, and kicked off.

"Hey RD," I called "Don't get cocky!"

She rolled her eyes, and focused on the opponent at hand. They focused a wing attack, leaving the middle for a cross in. When the ball got to me, I ran through the pitch, and would pass it in to RD for the finish. It worked for the first half. But come second half, the Bulls figured out the tactic. They played a possession game, and launching it up the field when necessary.

RD was on the ball, and about to pass, when a player tackled her from the behind. He got a red card, but we ended up with a injury card. It looked pretty bad, so I rushed there to check it out. It was bad, her whole leg was bleeding, and for once was crying. Yep, RD was, crying. I don't know what was on that boys cleats, but it hurt her pretty bad.

"I'll get her coach." I say as I pick her up.

"No," he said gruffly "Take the freekick, we don't need another sending off, for time wasting. Then you could help your girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes. I hated people who think she is my girlfriend. I had enough Rarity talk for a life time. We are just friends. Besides, I know she has a crush on Wave Chill. I ran up to the ball and set it.Taking a few steps back, I saw the wall began to crumple. The people who had made it up were squirming. I ran up towards it and struck. The ball glided over the broken wall and hit the back of the net. I scored. But that wasn't my main issue. It was that RD was hurt.

She leans against me, and was to hurt to even walk. So picked her up in the air, and she put her around me to fasten herself. I didn't put much on it, as I carried her to the nurses office.

"Nice goal." she said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I know, now can you stop squirming?"

"OK, whatever"

The nurses office was empty, so I set her on the bed. Her bloody leg last.

"Um, RD, I got to leave. So just wait for the nurse." I said.

"Yeah, sure." She gave me a kiss on the cheeks, and whispered thank you. Then she rested her head on the pillow. I still never understood why she gave me that kiss. We're just friends, right? I know shes good looking, but we silently agreed to not get like that. Must be hormones, I concluded. I was just to blunt to face the truth.