"A new chance..."

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"Please go out with me!"

The two girls looked at the male, one with long beautiful raven hair that curled at the end of her waist and one with glistening [H/C]. They both side-eyed each other and backed away.

"Pathetic." The raven-haired female voiced out as her best friend slowly walked away from the scene, feeling second-hand embarrassment for the boy, "Did you have to be that harsh on him?" The other female said.

"Not at all [Name] ." the [H/C] female looked at her female friend who walked like a model, well she was one so of course she would. Misa Leonhart, truly the embodiment of Regina George as people like to refer to her.

"You have been getting quite the recognition since you partnered with Vogue." You swiped through your phone, looking at the numerous articles on the female.

"Of course I would, but it's starting to get annoying, you know?" Misa flipped her hair, you both took out your indoor shoes, "No I don't. Explain." Shoving your things inside the locker you took out your books for the first period.

"I mean, people take pictures of me without my consent. Acting like we're buddies when I don't know them!" Misa ranted, you both walked through the hallways, everyone turned to look at you.

"And did I mention stalkers?!" Well, that caught your attention, "You never told me anything like that." You sat behind Misa, "Crazy right?! My manager told me to lock my doors and not step out of the house at night."

The girl kept whining about stuff she had to deal with meanwhile you zoned out, staring at the wall behind her.

"I swear to god I'm going to break their- Hey!" Misa snapped her fingers in front of you, making you snap out of it, "Sorry." You sheepishly smiled, avoiding her glare.

Before the girl could torture you the teacher walked in stopping her from doing so, "So boring..." You yawned, small tears pricking at the end of your eyes, gazing at the window you spun the pencil in your hands.

'He's practicing?' You looked at the field, eyeing the known individual dribbling, 'Skipping out on class? That's new,  Isagi.. .' 

"Miss [Name]!" The teacher called out as you stood up on an instinct, your books fell to the ground as the class muffled their laughter, "What's the answer to this question?!" The teacher pointed her chalk towards the board .

"Oh." You said, walking to the board and taking the chalk from the teacher's hand as she looked at you in rage and solved the answer in seconds, "There." You handed the stationary back to the teacher as her jaw hung low .

"Nice one!" Misa and you high-fived, sitting back down you gazed out the window again, 'Yikes.' You thought, seeing the familiar boy getting scolded by his teacher.

After classes, you saw Isagi-kun, the boy you were watching in class earlier, closing his locker, "Hey." You waved, "Ah [Name]-san." He bowed and so did you. 

The two of you were mere acquaintances who knew about each other's presence due to both being on the respective soccer team, "I saw you got in trouble for skipping class?" The boy blushed a little in embarrassment.

"Ah, it was chemistry class and I was in no mood to study." Isagi admitted, rubbing his neck, "That's fine, I would skip if I had the choice to." You admitted.

"[Name]-Chan!" Misa called out, already ready in her team uniform, "Well then I'll get going." The boy nodded in acknowledgment, "Let's talk later then."

"Why were you talking to Isagi-Kun?" You shoved your books in your bag, "Nothing much, just some small talk." You took at your phone, eyeing the hectic schedule, "Mhm~" Misa hummed, raising her brows at you.

"Are you both secretly dating without telling me?!" She screamed, bursting your eardrums, "No." You walked faster leaving the girl behind.

Misa was the captain of your soccer team, you were the midfielder and the heart of the team. Keeping it together when Misa was out for modeling. Your juniors and seniors admired your skills and so did you.

But to tell the truth, you and Misa carried this team. You didn't want to say it to their faces or rather couldn't care to, 'I already have too much on my plate for drama.'

You changed into your uniform and got ready to practice. It was easy enough, do some drills the coach assigned you, run around the field, and stretch. Nothing too hard for you.

You were helping one of your teammates in stretching, "Gather around people!" Your coach voiced out, "As you all know we have nationals in a few weeks so remember to keep training and take good care of yourself, dismissed!" 

"Yes, coach!"

"[Name]~" You narrowed your eyes at Misa, knowing that tone far too well, "What do you want?" You said, checking your phone for any new messages.

"Rude tone! But...Come with me to the arcade! Please!!" Misa begged as you rolled your eyes, "I can't." You showed your phone to the female.

"Argh! I don't wanna go alone though." Misa sulked in the corner, "Then don't go at all." You shrugged as Misa stomped away, muttering curses at you.

Walking back home you got groceries for the house from the nearby convenience store, you rang your doorbell but no one answered, "Great." Squatting you picked up the fake flower plant and took out the spare key.

Opening the house, you found yourself in the dark. Taking careful stairs you somehow managed to reach your room, "One day I'm going to break my nose because of her."

Your mother could be a bit forgetful at times but she was the nicest person you knew, she worked as a child therapist and always knew what you were feeling despite having the same look on your face.

You took a hot shower, calming your muscles. Wrapping the towel around your shoulder you went downstairs to prep dinner, "Maybe a simple omelet?" You questioned yourself, rummaging through the fridge.

Your eyes then locked onto [F/D], a small smile crept onto your face as you mentally cheered. Taking it out of the fridge you sat down on the dining table.

"What's that." A small letter caught your eye, "And why is it addressed to me?" You raised a brow in suspicion.

Good evening Miss [Name][Lastname]!

You have been selected for an all-female soccer training project, aimed to make the best female striker in the world alongside 199 other females!

We think you have the potential to break your limits and reach the top!

For more information, check the next page for a detailed explanation.

We hope to see you there, diamond in the rough.

- By JFU (Japan Football League)

You scanned the next page for the details, "This seems fake." You murmured, seeing as there was no contact information provided but only time, date, and place.

Your phone rang, "Hey Misa, what's up?" You questioned the raven-haired female, "Did you get a Blue Lock letter or something like that?" Your eyes widened. "Yeah, I did; you got one too?" You picked up your lukewarm drink.

"Mhm! So you going?" Misa enquired, "I don't know; I mean, if I'm gone, then who will take care of my mom? And I still have my eyes on being the top scorer in school for the third time." You could hear Misa sigh in disappointment from the other side.

"I can send a maid to your house daily and being the top scorer isn't important babes." Yeah, while those could be a solution to your big problem, you didn't exactly want to be a soccer player at all.

Quite frankly, it was Misa who dragged you into the team, seeing the 'potential' in you, "I'll talk to my mom first, then I'll tell you." You cut the call not wanting to hear about this project anymore.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, you sprung from your seat and hastily opened the door, "Hey!" Your mom hugged you, "Remove your shoes first." You instructed as the older women laughed.

"You sound like my mother more than me!" She chuckled, taking off her heels and coat, "How was your day?" You took her bag and hung it on the key holder place.

"Trash. How was school?" your mom, whose name was Akiko, plopped herself on the couch, "Same here." You took a seat beside her, offering cold water.

"That sucks, but remember I'm proud of you!" She side-hugged you, burying you in her chest. You couldn't help but smile, "I love to work with kids and help them but sometimes they can be such a huge pain in the ass!" 

You nodded your head, agreeing as the older woman vented about her work, 'She's just like Misa.'

"Anyways, I wanted to show this to you." You handed the already opened letter to your mom, "What's this?" She questioned, reading the content inside, "Oh my god! You should go [Name]."

"That's the thing, I don't want to." You huffed out, dropping your chin onto your knees, "Now don't be like that! This a great opportunity to do something else than study." She ushered you.

"But I don't even like soccer." You complained, "Then why do you smile while playing?" Akiko raised a brow.

"That...Ugh." You man-spread on the couch, hogging all the space, "If you don't go then I'll force you. Has Misa-Chan also been invited?" You hummed, "You're going to leave your friend all alone?! How horrible!" The purple-haired woman dramatically gasped.

"Oh please." You scoffed with a small smile on your face, "What's for dinner anyways?" Oh shit, you forgot about that, "If you didn't make it then we can order takeout." Your mother smiled at you.

"No." You tried to run towards the kitchen but the older woman clasped on your shirt, playing tug of war, "I'm not letting you eat that junk!" You voiced out, laughing a little, "You're not my mom!" Akiko also laughed.

In the end, your mother managed to convince you to order takeout, and the both of you ended the night huddled together on the couch, asleep as a soap opera played in the background.

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