“This is it, girls. We win this and it will be our best season in ten years. I’m proud of each and everyone you. You’ve come so far since we started the season. Just do your best and have fun out there today, okay?”
The room is filled with hollers and cheers and a chorus of yes, coach. Taking a deep breath, آپ try your best to calm yourself down. آپ know that practically everybody on the team, including the coach, are counting on آپ to secure the victory - which is exactly why you’re nervous.
There’s a knock on the door to the locker room and everyone’s head snap towards it automatically. It creaks open and your boyfriend peaks his head inside. Seeing all the attention he is getting, he innocently.
“Hey. Uh, coach? Would آپ mind me stealing Y/N away for a minute?” Justin asks, politely smiling at your classmates’ surprised faces.
The coach raises her eyebrows, looking at Justin skeptically. Justin bites his bottom lip and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans, obviously not feeling too confident anymore.
She clears her throat, before breaking into a smile. “Well, what kind of person would I be if I denied Justin Bieber a منٹ with his girlfriend, huh?”
Justin chuckles uneasily and moves his hazel orbs to meet yours. He reaches his hand out and آپ jump up from the bench, intertwining your fingers with his calloused ones. آپ vaguely hear a few of the girls awe silently and آپ can’t contain your smile.
The door slips closed behind آپ and Justin pulls آپ closer. Biting your bottom lip, آپ glance up at him from under your eyelashes.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
It’s such an easy and simple question, but it’s still hard to answer. With a deep sigh, آپ nod your head slowly. You’re supposed to be the team captain, the best and toughest player - so it’s not the easiest thing to admit to being nervous.
Justin sighs too and presses a light kiss to your forehead. His thumb absentmindedly caresses your knuckles and he looks down to meet your gaze again.
“You don’t have to, آپ know? You’re an amazing player, Y/N. I know a lot of people are counting on آپ but if آپ just concentrate on doing your absolute best, then you’ll do great. آپ always do, babe. I promise you. Besides, if آپ win - I’ll take آپ out on a celebratory date.”
آپ giggle, “Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?” Justin shrugs innocently, looking down at آپ with a small, smug grin. “Thank you, Justin. This really helped. And I’ll take آپ up on that date. Okay?”
“Good. Now, go ahead and دکھائیں the other team how good آپ are. And your coach kinda scares me, so please get out there now before she comes after me.” The two of آپ laugh at his extremely poor attempt to lighten the mood. “Good luck, beautiful.”
آپ do just that - follow Justin’s encouraging words. And it helps too. When the judge finally stops the game, your team has won سے طرف کی 4 points. The girls throw themselves at you, cheering along with the rest of the school.
“You did it, Y/N. We won! We won!”
You’re only able to nod, still too dazed from realizing that آپ actually won. Out of the corner of your eye, آپ can see Justin jogging towards آپ and the rest of your team. Slowly, آپ weave your way through the crowd.
He lets out a small oof as آپ jump into his arms, but you’re too happy and hyped to care at the moment. Justin spins آپ around, placing small تیتلی kisses all over your face. You’re a giggling mess at the end of it, but it feels so good.
“You did it, babe! I told آپ you’d do good. Congratulations!” he exclaims and leans down to press his lips against your own.
Eventually, the two of آپ pull away because of the lack of air. آپ grin widely, “Thank you. Your pep talk really helped. Now, I believe آپ owe me a date, Mr.”
The room is filled with hollers and cheers and a chorus of yes, coach. Taking a deep breath, آپ try your best to calm yourself down. آپ know that practically everybody on the team, including the coach, are counting on آپ to secure the victory - which is exactly why you’re nervous.
There’s a knock on the door to the locker room and everyone’s head snap towards it automatically. It creaks open and your boyfriend peaks his head inside. Seeing all the attention he is getting, he innocently.
“Hey. Uh, coach? Would آپ mind me stealing Y/N away for a minute?” Justin asks, politely smiling at your classmates’ surprised faces.
The coach raises her eyebrows, looking at Justin skeptically. Justin bites his bottom lip and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans, obviously not feeling too confident anymore.
She clears her throat, before breaking into a smile. “Well, what kind of person would I be if I denied Justin Bieber a منٹ with his girlfriend, huh?”
Justin chuckles uneasily and moves his hazel orbs to meet yours. He reaches his hand out and آپ jump up from the bench, intertwining your fingers with his calloused ones. آپ vaguely hear a few of the girls awe silently and آپ can’t contain your smile.
The door slips closed behind آپ and Justin pulls آپ closer. Biting your bottom lip, آپ glance up at him from under your eyelashes.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
It’s such an easy and simple question, but it’s still hard to answer. With a deep sigh, آپ nod your head slowly. You’re supposed to be the team captain, the best and toughest player - so it’s not the easiest thing to admit to being nervous.
Justin sighs too and presses a light kiss to your forehead. His thumb absentmindedly caresses your knuckles and he looks down to meet your gaze again.
“You don’t have to, آپ know? You’re an amazing player, Y/N. I know a lot of people are counting on آپ but if آپ just concentrate on doing your absolute best, then you’ll do great. آپ always do, babe. I promise you. Besides, if آپ win - I’ll take آپ out on a celebratory date.”
آپ giggle, “Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?” Justin shrugs innocently, looking down at آپ with a small, smug grin. “Thank you, Justin. This really helped. And I’ll take آپ up on that date. Okay?”
“Good. Now, go ahead and دکھائیں the other team how good آپ are. And your coach kinda scares me, so please get out there now before she comes after me.” The two of آپ laugh at his extremely poor attempt to lighten the mood. “Good luck, beautiful.”
آپ do just that - follow Justin’s encouraging words. And it helps too. When the judge finally stops the game, your team has won سے طرف کی 4 points. The girls throw themselves at you, cheering along with the rest of the school.
“You did it, Y/N. We won! We won!”
You’re only able to nod, still too dazed from realizing that آپ actually won. Out of the corner of your eye, آپ can see Justin jogging towards آپ and the rest of your team. Slowly, آپ weave your way through the crowd.
He lets out a small oof as آپ jump into his arms, but you’re too happy and hyped to care at the moment. Justin spins آپ around, placing small تیتلی kisses all over your face. You’re a giggling mess at the end of it, but it feels so good.
“You did it, babe! I told آپ you’d do good. Congratulations!” he exclaims and leans down to press his lips against your own.
Eventually, the two of آپ pull away because of the lack of air. آپ grin widely, “Thank you. Your pep talk really helped. Now, I believe آپ owe me a date, Mr.”
