Name: Luke Hemmings
Age: 17
School: Westfield High School
Sport: Soccer
Position: Striker

Please write a short summary of the player containing relevant information:

Luke Hemmings is a strong and determinate player with all the signs to give him a brilliant future within soccer. His quick feet and astonishing technique will lift the future soccer sky high.

He is a smart player, making it easy for him to play a whole game without exhausting himself as he takes care of the great opportunities he see.

His spirit for the team is strong; hints why he is wearing the captain's armband every game, and he is a goal thief as he has been the number one top scorers four years in a row.

He has been watched by numerous of different colleges and also a few big clubs in Europe, still keeping an eye on him.

Luke Hemmings doesn't just play great soccer, he makes it great to watch as well.

-ACCEPTED-

•

"Hemmings! Hood! I'd like to speak with you after you're done showering. Come to my office" Coach called through the locker rooms. Calum and I looked up at each other and smirked. We knew what this was about.

"Liverpool, here I come!" Calum sing sang as he stripped out of his shirt and waved it around in a sign of victory.

"Dude, just because you may have gotten a spot at this camp, it doesn't mean the scouts will want you while being there. You probably will suck while being there and the scouts will send you home after the first week"

"Shut the fuck up, Jack, I'm still going to the city Liverpool" Calum scoffed and hit Jack with the sweaty t-shirt he had just stripped out of. Jack laughed as Calum gave him the finger.

"Just fucking imagine though, like, we are going to Europe for a soccer camp the whole summer, including soccer every day, scouts from all the great clubs watching us, the best coaches picked from all around the world, and we are gonna be there, getting it all" I said and smirked as I threw an arm around Calum, making him grin.

"And then I'll be signed to Liverpool and I'll finally get away from you suckers" Calum said and turned to rummage through his locker. I scoffed.

"Do you have a club you wanna impress the most, Luke?" Dylan asked me from across. I shrugged.

"I don't know really, I want them all. I already have a few watching me and I want to keep them but I also want the other ones to keep their eyes on me" I said and wrapped a towel around my waist.

"There he is, the lovely attention whore" Jack laughed and shook his head.

"What can I say? Doesn't matter who you are, you still end up with your eyes on me, I'm just that amazing"

"Yeah, whatever you say, captain"

We got ready and soon we were standing outside Coach's office, knocking on his door.

"Come in" said a mumble from inside and we did as told. Coach ordered us to sit down on the chairs in front of his desk and as we had done so, he started talking.

"So, you probably know why you are here?" he raised one eyebrow.

"We just want to know if it's positive or negative news, Coach" I spoke up.

"Oh, it's positive news, for both of you" he grinned proudly at us.

A smirk appeared on my face and I felt on top of the world. I knew I would make it though. If they wouldn't have taken me, it would've been the biggest mistake ever.

"Fuck yes!" Calum exclaimed and fist bumped the air.

"Language, Hood" Coach glared.

"Sorry"

"So, I just wanted to tell you that. I'll contact your parents and I will have it all worked out for you guys" he nodded, showing us we should leave.

We have him big grins and 'thank you's before we got a few papers and we headed out.

"I'm proud of you boys" he said before the door closed.

"We are going to get famous, Lukey. We are going to have money to shower in and soccer wives hotter than the Victorias Secret models. We are going to play in full arenas and people will cheer our names! Can you hear it, Luke, because I can" Calum said in a dreamy voice.

"I know" I said simply, smirking big.

"I wonder if there's any other Aussie's who's picked to join?" Calum asked as we walked through the gym back to the main hallways of the school.

"Any other team in the whole Australia better than us? I doubt it" I scoffed, like what he said was a joke.

"Yeah, I mean, Rainsford-"

"Don't fucking talk about them" I interrupted him.

"Dude, stop being a diva and admit that their team was fucking amazing. Their goalie, Ashton, was the first person you were not able to score on, a really skilled goalie. And that color-haired central defender, Michael I think, that was like a fucking king back there, what the hell"

"Cal, I'll fucking punch you if you don't shut up right now" I said through gritted teeth.

"Admit it, Luke, they were good" he smirked. I hated when he played with me, he knew how much of a Win It i was and I couldn't stand talking about people being better than me, because that didn't even exist. especially not Ashton Irwin.

"No" I said simply before walking before him to get to the parking lot where my car was parked.

I walked over to the car and watched the three cheerleaders hanging by it look up and smile flirtatious towards me. I just liked my lips and nodded my head at them.

I unlocked my car and got the the hood of it when Calum stopped me.

"Luke!" he said and I turned to look at him. He had a sneaky smirk on his face and a paper in his hand.

"I told you so!" he said before placing the paper on the hood of my car, pointing at the list with different names and countries.

"What am I looking at?" I sighed and looked at Calum with an annoyed face.

"Watch the names under Australia" he said and nodded towards the paper before moving to the side a bit and caught one of the cheerleaders under his arm.

I looked down on the list and clenched my jaw and fists as I read the names under Australia;

Clifford, Michael
Hemmings, Luke
Hood, Calum
Irwin, Ashton

I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the air to shoot it away with my foot. It flew away to the other side of the parking lot and I watched it bounce away.

"Fuck off" I mumbled.

"What's wrong?" Kelsey, one of the cheerleaders, asked.

"Ashton Irwin is what's wrong" Calum spoke up.

"Ashton Irwin? That sexy muscular guy in the goal that you played against last spring?" Tay asked, making Kelsey and Chloe, that was still under Calum's arm, smile and start to rant about how 'perfect' Ashton Irwin was.

"Shut up!" I barked, making them all look up at me with wide eyes. Not Calum though, he was smirking.

"Get the fuck away from my car, I'm going home" I said and dashed to the front seat and sat down, slamming the door shut. Calum opened the passenger seat and sat down after he had given Chloe a wet kiss.

I drove away in full speed and kept my jaw locked.

"Dude, you need to chill" Calum muttered after a while.

"I fucking hate that guy" I said, my voice dripping with anger and hate.

"I know, but you can't let that affect you because if you do, that's the only thing you will think about and it will distract you from the game" Calum said and I could feel him watch me from the side.

I nodded and sighed, "Fine, you're right"

"It's not like you're gonna spend any time with him, you're just going to play soccer, nothing more" Calum assured me, making me somewhat calmer because it's true, I won't spend more time with him than on the field.

•

Name: Ashton Irwin
Age: 17
School: Rainsford High School
Sport: Soccer
Position: Goalkeeper

Please write a short summary of the player containing relevant information:

Ashton Irwin is a quick minded and amazingly skilled goalkeeper with reflexes I have never experienced before.

His mind for the game and how he seem to read the other players minds makes his moves and saves gracious and professional.

Irwin has a great mind for the game and a fantastic way to communicate with his team, making the choice of him as a captain for the team more than understandable.

His record of keeping the goal empty for over 14 games a row shows his skills and how he is going to have a great future in the game, he is already a professional.

He is on his way to have a contract with a German club that can take him to the stars.

Ashton Irwin is not just a great goalkeeper, but also a great leader and a great mind.

-ACCEPTED-

•

"That's how it should be, Irwin! Great job!" Coach yelled out as I easily saved the ball from going into the net.

I flipped the hair that had escaped from the bun I was forced to have away from my face and put my focus on the game that was in front of me.

It was hot as fuck outside and we had been training for nearly two hours now and I enjoyed every second of it.

This was my home, the field and the goal, that's where I felt at home, and that's where I ruled.

"Very good, Clifford!" Coach said and I smirked as I saw Michael kicking the ball across the field to Phil who easily scored on the other goal.

I clapped my hands and threw out some positive comments before Coach blew the whistle to show that the training was over.

I walked over to the side of the goal and picked up my water bottle, taking some in my mouth before splashing in in my face and chest.

"Ah, do me please"

I turned around to see a sweaty Michael with his arms up by his sides, waiting for me to drench him in water.

I chuckled and opened the whole lid of my bottle, pouring it all on him. He shook his hair like a damn dog before glancing up to look at me with a grin.

He jumped up on my back, making me stumble a bit at the sudden weight before I got control.

"Clifford and Irwin, keeping their title as undefeated once again" he said in a low movie trailer voice, making me let out a laugh.

"Great job today, both of you! As always" Coach said and handed us each a small towel to wipe away the water and sweat.

"I know, Coach" I smirked, making him let out a genuine chuckle.

"You better keep it up because I wouldn't want to get a call from Liverpool saying my best players are playing awful" he smirked.

"Wait, what?" Michael said hopefully and jumped off my back to stand beside me.

"I'm saying you guys are going to Liverpool all over the summer at the elite soccer camp"

"No fucking way!" Michael said as his eyes were blown wide, a big smile on his face.

I had a big grin on my face as well. I had been feeling very sure that I would get the spot, but as time grew closer, I got nervous. I didn't tell anyone that though, it wouldn't go well with my image.

"Yes, way" Coach joked, "I talked with your parents earlier and it's all fixed, plane tickets and everything. All you have to do is pack, graduate and leave"

"Fucking hell, thank you so much, Coach" Michael said and shook his hand, jumping up and down like a happy toddler.

I shook Coach's hand as well, giving him a grin as he gave me one.

"It can only go up from here, boys. Proud of you both" he said before giving us both a pat on the shoulder and walked off.

I didn't have time to react before I was on the ground with Michael over me.

"We fucking did it!" he exclaimed happily.

"Hell yeah we did" I chuckled, giving him a tight hug.

"Dude, now I can really strengthen my chances at Chelsea. I've only had one talk with them but now I can really show that they should take me!" Michael cheered and rolled off of me swiftly.

"Yeah, I think I have Bayern safe though, so I'm pretty chill with that. It's all I want really but I wouldn't mind some clubs from England or Spain to check me out" I sighed contently and took off my goalkeeper gloves.

"Yeah, either England, Germany or Italy" Michael nodded.

"Dude, you can't play in Italy, you're way too tough for that. They would all drop like flies and you'd get a red card every game" I chuckled and stood up, holding out my hand for Michael to take. He did and I easily pulled him up.

"Let's go shower and eat because I'm fucking starving" I said before we walked off to the locker rooms.

Michael and I walked in to a filled lunch room. I grinned as I looked over all the people and knew that this was basically all mine. It was like my kingdom, I ruled here and people pretty much obeyed everything I said.

We got our food before sitting down at our table, our group of friends already seated.

"What took you so long?" Jeremy asked and looked at both of us. Michael had a happy grin on his face but I had a smug smirk on mine.

Our friends furrowed their eyebrows at us before Kyle widened his eyes and threw his hands up.

"Is it what I think it is?" Kyle asked and a grin was tugging at his lips as well.

I remained calm but Michael nodded happily.

"Holy shit!" he said before standing up and walking over to us, giving us both a brotherly hug.

He soon pulled away and climbed up on the table, clearing his throat loudly. our friends around our table all smirked, knowing what was happening.

"Can I have everyone's attention!" Kyle said loudly and soon he had the whole school's attention.

"I'd like to welcome up on this glorious table, the Kings of campus, the soccer stars, the panty droppers," he continued and I just shook my head but the smirk never left my face.

"The two and only; Ashton Irwin and Michael Clifford!" he said and everyone in the room clapped as Mike and I climbed up on the table. Kyle sat down again and I moved my finger to my lips to show everyone that I wanted them to be quiet. They obeyed immediately.

"Me and Mike are here today to tell you that the school can find even more pride in us now when we are going to be famous soccer stars because," I said and paused, turning to Michael, "Would you like to continue, Mike?"

He nodded and smirked, "We are going to leave this hellhole to go to.. Liverpool!" he yelled and the whole room erupted in applause and roars.

Everyone knew about this elite camp because our school was known for the soccer team, so the whole school put all it's focus around us.

Michael and I bowed and blew kisses to people in the crowd. Everyone was cheering except some dry bitches that rolled their eyes, but I didn't have time to put any attention on those people when the rest of the school adored me.

"Ashton" I heard from the side of me and I looked down to see Ellie smiling at me. I smiled back and picked her up to place her on the table beside me, kissing her hard.

People around us 'ooh'ed and I loved the attention I got.

Ellie wasn't my girlfriend, but she was my girl, space, friend. Though, our friendship involved sex, a lot of sex.

I pulled away and smirked at the girl in my arms.

"Proud of you" she whispered.

"Thank you" I whispered back, patting her ass before sitting down normally at the table again.

"Irwin, Clifford," Coach said as he came up to the table, a few papers in his hand, "I forgot to give you these informational papers, so here you go" he said and handed the papers to me before walking off again.

I looked through the papers but stopped as I saw a list of names and countries they belonged to.

I scanned the paper and saw that there were so many people picked from the famous european countries like England, Germany, Spain, Italy, France, and the Scandinavian countries.

I looked through the list until I spotted Australia. I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw that there were four names written there, not only me and Michael's.

My eyes widened when I saw the name of the person I despised the most in this entire world;

Luke Hemmings

"Fuck!" I swore and slammed my fist down the table.

"What?! What's wrong?" Michael said with a shocked look on his face. I threw the list at his face and he scanned it for a while before his eyes landed on that awful name.

"Oh, shit" he mumbled.

"What?" Kyle asked, as everybody else were right now.

"Luke Hemmings" Michael spoke quietly and everyone around our table understood.

"How the fuck could that fucking Barbie doll get a spot to go to this?!" I said, rage filling my whole body.

"Ash, calm down, man" Jeremy said and looked at me.

"I won't fucking calm down!" I said and glared at him. "This must be a fucking joke! He can not be at this thing, it can't be true"

"He's a good player though, brilliant really. It's not that surprising that he's in" Kyle spoke.

"Brilliant? Are you kidding me? He didn't score one single goal on me and he fucking cried about it" I scoffed and shook my head, standing up to walk out of the lunch room.

"Come on, Ash, you're overreacting" Ellie said and placed her hand on my arm. I snatched it away quickly.

"Don't touch me, I'm not in the mood" I said before walking out of the room, all eyes on me.

"Ash, calm down mate" I heard Michael's voice behind me and I stopped so he could catch up.

"Breathe, dude" he chuckled and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"I fucking hate that guy so much, Mike" I said through gritted teeth.

"I know, I know," he said and nodded his head, "but you will only play soccer with him, nothing more. You won't have to hang out with him or even be closer than ten feet away from him, except on the field of course" Michael said and patted my shoulder.

I nodded and sighed, he was right.

"Plus, you won't have to befriend anyone at this camp, it's you and me against all of those fuckers. On the field and outside, it's always Clifford and Irwin" he smirked.

"Yeah, you're right" I nodded.

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oh well hello i'm back with a new story again and you may be like "ugh I hate soccer/football/sports" and not read this but pls don't do that, give me a shot guys (goes down on knees and beg)

i know this may not be the most interesting prologue but I have to introduce the guys before the story starts.

this will be a lot of soccer/football (i chose to say soccer bc then everyone will understand what sport it is about) but it will be more lashton, oh that's for sure.

if you have read my previous story you know i'm all for smut so this story is no exception lol all full on smut

please comment and vote and give me somewhat some kind of feedback on this :)

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