Soccer Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

" I am sorry, once again." "It's fine." I replied. "Can I have your number to check up on you?" He asked, and I smiled inwardly. Such a poor pick up line. Many of these guys didn't know how to deliver smooth lines. I smiled politely, " I'm fine, thanks for trying to check up on me." I replied, and walked away quietly.

he said, a smile spreading across his face. I had to keep myself from laughing. “My night is already pretty great,” I lied, taking another sip of the beer. “I doubt you can top it.” “You know…” he said, there was more humor in his tone. “It’s dangerous for a pretty thing like you to be wandering around alone.” I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter. That was his pickup line? Seriously? “I’m not so delicate,” I told him. “Why don’t you prove it,” he said, pushing another beer in my direction.

It was either she was playing hard to get or he just wasn't playing his game well. No one had ever resisted his charm. "If that's the same pickup line you use with other ladies, then I'm afraid you'll have to try harder than that." Joslyn scoffed, turning her attention back to the stickers on the backside of her phone whilst draining the last of her water.

"You bastards! Is that how you apologize for being stupid and horrible at shooting?" The volleyball girls snickered. All the soccer players had come over to see what was holding up their game. They laughed and booed the two guys she had spoken to. "Why don't we skip the insults, Miss Pretty Legs," the first guy said with a smile that showed his fangs. "Just pass us the ball. We've got a game to finish." Zeda clenched her fists. Was he trying to scare her? She glared at the soccer ball sitting nearby.

"He's mad. I said the old man is mad." Did she? I think I heard something different. But she’s already walking ahead, like nothing happened. I stare at her back for a moment, then force a chuckle and shake it off. It’s probably just in my head. "Hey, player," I tease, catching up to her. "I thought of a really cheesy pick-up line. Permission to use it on you?" She rolls her eyes. "Sure. Permission granted." "I was rehearsing lines for a movie, but every time I look at you, the only script I want to follow is the one where I tell you I’m in love."

I clinked my glass against his and took a long sip, the alcohol burning its way down my throat. “So,” he said, leaning closer. “Whoever he is, he must be a fool to make a woman like you unhappy.” I arched an eyebrow. “Is that your attempt at a pick-up line?” “Did it work?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe.”

his voice was smooth and small but I’d rather turn to stone than turn to look at him. He knew me so well, he didn’t wait for me to turn towards him. He walked towards me and stood in front of me where he knew I couldn’t turn away. The sun had gone down, a once glorious promising day had turned to a nightmare. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly and my teeth bared in anger. He was sorry? “I promise, it’s not what you think,” he said. The same age old pick up line men said after doing something irreparably foolish.

soccer". It's a blatant disrespect to the sport. "Why soccer-- I mean “football” though?" He air-quotes the sport but at least corrects himself from continuing to call it soccer upon sighting my heated glare. "It's an interesting sport, and there's a lot of attractive players" I shrug not the least bit embarrassed. I can't help it, the majority of football players are hot.as.hell. "Why not basketball, cookie? I'm sad about this new development. We're hot too, I mean look at me?" He spreads both his arms before proceeding to stand and do a turnaround for me. I laugh again. I won't be shocked if he flexes his biceps.

“But why did you get everyone to come to the school soccer field to wish me?” “Well,” I drawled. “Everyone is here to watch the game.” “The game?” She echoed, to which I nodded. “But I’m pretty sure there’s no game today.” “There will be. In fact, I have a feeling this game is going to be pretty great. We already have the players here.” I used my eyes to gesture to CClara, Janet, Mary, Tiana and the rest of the girls from the soccer team. Well, just that they weren’t in their usual school team jerseys – some were in a blue jersey, others in a red one. “And there are also our special players.” Juliette broke into a surprised chuckle when she saw the people I was referring to; some girl

"Didn't feel like switching them on." A short, irritated laugh escaped me. "Seriously? That's your excuse? What are you, a vampire now?" He smirked, clearly enjoying our little back-and-forth. "Maybe I am. You know, just waiting for the right moment to sink my teeth into you." "Gross," I shot back, rolling my eyes right back at him. "You need to work on your pick-up lines, Ryder. That one's just pathetic." "Now if you're done playing your little games, I've got things to do," I said, brushing past him and heading for the door.