In love with the wrong brother – attempt at a book

The cold winter breeze blew my uncontrollable long dark brown hair into my eyes, as I focused on the tall forward easily avoiding the players from the opposing team who were attempting to stop him from scoring a goal. I had been staring intently at him for the past forty-five minutes, not because I was irrevocably in love with him or anything. I had been watching simply because he was my soccer hero.

“Toni! I still can’t believe you come here to actually watch the games!” Callie, my best friend, grunted in frustration interrupting my train of thought.

“Why else would I come to a soccer match?” I questioned, gently.

Callie and I , may have been mates but we were so different it was funny. She was the blond bomb shell – with her flawless alabaster skin, her sky-blue eyes and her tall, slender build. As you would guess, because of the way she looked she was popular with the boys. Under normal circumstances I would hate her for being so perfect but it wasn’t possible she was just the kind of person one naturally grows to love. I, pretty much, personified her opposite. I was of an average height but was just a bit chubby and as my grandmother loved saying – I was just right. Even my features were average – my long, dark hair paired with my raven eyes and olive-toned skin.

The difference didn’t end with the way we looked though. She was the beautiful cheerleader and athlete. While, I was the nerdy, wannabe soccer player. And that was the reason we were here – my pure determination not to suck at the game anymore.

“I don’t know, maybe to check out the hot guys on the pitch. But wait you already have a thing for someone. Don’t you missy?” Callie teased.

“Ha Ha. You know that it is true and you also know me well enough to know that for some weird reason soccer interests me.” I sighed.

My unexplainable love for the game was the only match to my surprising love for a boy who in all honesty did not even know I existed. His name was Caleb, he had been my neighbour for the past seventeen years – so basically my entire life. It just proved how invisible I was, I had spent my

In love with the wrong brother – attempt at a book

entire life living so close to him and we even went to the same school since kindergarten and he still had no clue who I was...

“I’m sorry Toni. I just don’t understand, you have always been into him but you are always too freaked out to talk to him. I get that his girlfriend is a total brat but still.” Callie returned,

“Besides you do realise that Caleb is sitting across from us on those bleachers over there.” She continued pointing in Caleb’s general direction.

“Gee. Thanks for reminding me.” I murmured.

I transferred my gaze from the soccer player who they had been constantly fixated on to Caleb – who seemed to always appear at these games for no apparent reason , he didn’t really like anything other than football. Weird... and my mind was lost on that thought.

Mystery P.O.V

I had scored, again. The guys on my team were slapping me on the back in congratulations and my coach was screeching his approval in his own twisted way, but all I could focus on was the fact that ever since that girl had started coming to my games I had become better. I should stop calling her that girl, I have known her for that last seventeen years but she didn’t seem to know me. It was ironic, she was the reason I started playing soccer...

I had been seven while she had been five. She had been playing soccer with her dad in their back yard and I had been watching from over a stone wall. The way she had looked at her dad, with this sheer look of amazement had inspired me – it was what I thought of every time I pulled on my soccer shoes. That look had haunted me. It still did.