A/N: Okay so first off, I would just like to point out that I got 54 REVIEWS for one chapter! You guys are AWESOMEEEEEE! I would like to hug each and every one of you. I'm in the middle of exam week and they're... well, they're going.. ;P I said I wasn't going to update until after they were over but you're reviews just made me have to update. So here you go! And some of this chapter is going to be confusing since some things haven't been explained yet but just hold in there, it will be soon!

"Sandra, wake up! Sandra I know you can hear me, stop hiding under your covers and wake up!"

I stayed put where I was and tried draining out my mother's voice. Why was she even waking me up this early?

"Sandra you're soccer training starts in fifteen minutes, so unless you want to miss it. Get up."

"Dammit." I muttered, getting up and throwing the covers off of me.

She stood with her arms crossed and watched as I made a mad dash around my room for all of my soccer gear.

"You know, you'd be able to sleep in a lot more if you took it easy on all of this soccer." she hinted.

"Mom, don't start this now." I rolled my eyes. I ran out of my room and was half way down the stairs.

"Cleats!" she hollered down.

I ran back upstairs where she was standing dangling my cleats that I had almost forgotten. "Right." I grinned, snatching them from her hands and retreating back down the stairs.

I left the house and ran out to my car, but not before being stopped by my annoying neighbor. Well technically he's not my neighbor, he lives at the complete other end of the street but somehow manages to always be around our property. I'm pretty sure he's supposed to be in in his second year of university, but God knows whether he actually goes.

"Morning Sandy." I could hear the grin in his voice. "You look hot in those shorts." he winked.

"Kyle, not now. I'm in a rush."

He came over and leaned against my car door. "Awe come on Sandra, why don't you ever give me a chance. Got a boyfriend or something back in...where ever it was you went to live?" he laughed jokingly.

My face went hard and I pushed him aside. "I have to go. And stop being so creepy." I saw him grin as I pulled out of my driveway.

I drove as fast as I could to the field where I'd been doing summer training for the last month. It consisted mostly of the same players that I had always played soccer with while growing up and I've been doing this every second day for the last month. It was pretty much just to keep us in shape and on our best game during the summer.

I jogged down onto the field and was met by my coach. "Sandra, still just making it I see. Things haven't changed." my coach grinned.

"I'm here aren't I?" I shrugged.

I went over to where everyone else was standing and found Lauren. Lauren was my best friend in California. We grew up and did everything together.

"Just rolling out of bed?" she grinned.

"More like getting pulled." I groaned.

I cringed at the sudden loud whistle being blown in my ear and I turned around to see my coach grinning. "Time to wake up." he smiled. "On the field."

We started our training, which, like always was brutal. Running, conditioning, drills, etc. For what we considered a break, we split into two teams and started scrimmaging.

I was running up the field until something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I slowed my pace into a slow jog and then stood there frozen as I saw that familiar SUV that belonged to Troy, with him leaning against the hood, arms crossed, staring at me.

I stood there not moving until the soccer ball smashed into the side of my head, pulling me out of my transe.

"Ow." I said loudly, rubbing my head.

"Sorry Sand, figured you'd be paying attention." they called back.

I looked back at Troy and then back to my coach.

"Coach can I be excused really quick?" I asked hopefully.

"No special treatment Sandra." he crossed his arms.

"I know, I know. But just like three minutes, I promise."

"Fine." he sighed. "I'm timing you."

"Thank you!" I said quickly.

I turned and left quickly and made my way up to where Troy was standing. To be quite honest, I didn't even know what I was going to say to him.

As I approached him, he lifted himself up off of the hood and stood up straight.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a bit harshly from my nerves.

"You're not one to be asking questions right now." he folded his arms. "You just got up and left, without even telling any of us."

"Why are you here?" I repeated.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Remember I told you we have a summer home down here, well we're here for a week. I knew this was the area you lived in and I was driving by and saw a soccer team, figured you might be here."

"Oh, are you.. alone?"

"If you mean, is Lucas with me? Then no, he's not."

"Does he hate me?" I asked quietly.

He stared back at me before responding. "You could say that I guess."

It hurt to hear that, but it was how it had to be. "Good." I sighed.

"You wanted him to?" he raised a skeptical brow at me.

"That was kind of the plan." I muttered.

"Well whatever your plan was, didn't exactly completely work out. He doesn't actually hate you Sandra, he couldn't. He keeps telling himself and everybody else that he does because it's just easier for him. But he's just trying to hide the hurt he's feeling. If you were ever to go back, he'd drop all the bullshit and be crazy about you again."

"Yeah, if I ever went back.." I muttered under my breath.

"Ok you have so much explaining to do. He's miserable Sandra, he's been drinking, getting together with random girls he doesn't even know. He's got himself convinced that the skank he's with now is good for him. And do you want to know why? Because he thinks it's getting his mind off of you."

"Sandra! Times up, get back here." my coach yelled.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I have to go."

"Well, I'm on my way home now so..."

"Bye then." I finished.

"Anything you want me to say to him?" he asked.

I stared at him for a second and then shook my head. "No."

"Whatever. Bye Sand." he said, before turning and leaving.

I turned and went back to the field. Lauren ran up to me immediately with a smile on her face.

"Who was that hotty?" she grinned.

"Nobody." I muttered.

"Oh come on Sand." she pleaded.

"He's just a friend okay. From when I lived with my Dad." I said, becoming impatient.

She raised her eyebrows. "Man, I should have came and visited."

"Alright girls, back to practice!"

After practice, I returned home and walked through the front doors. Mom was sitting outside on the deck reading. Our house was close to the beach so you could see the water from our back patio.

"Sandra? Is that you?" she called in.

"Yup." I said, opening up the sliding doors and stepping out onto the patio into the burning sun.

I sat down on the patio chair next to her and she laid her book down next to her. "How was practice?"

"Fine." I replied.

"So, only three weeks until school starts. Excited to go back to school with all of your old friends?"

"I'm quitting Mom." I said abruptly. "I'm leaving and I'm going back to Dad's."

She stared at me alarmed. "What?"

"I hate it there and I'm sick of it. I want to go back to Dad's." I was pacing back and forth by this point.

"Sandra," she said quietly. "You know I could not possibly support you any more than I already do. But are you sure?"

"Yes Mom. I want to go back to Dad's. Of course he's probably going to hate me now." I scoffed, leaning on the rail of our patio and staring out towards the beach.

"Your father would never hate you Sand."

"Yeah well, we'll see about that. I'm going to call him." I pushed myself off from the railing and walked into the kitchen, still in all of my soccer gear.

I grabbed the phone off of the receiver and quickly dialed my Dad's number. Somebody answered the phone and I quickly asked for my Dad.

"Yeah, one second." they mumbled.

It wasn't until I heard him calling for my Dad that I realised that it was Lucas that answered the phone. My eyes grew wide and my stomach felt weird, thinking that I had just spoke to him on the phone. I wondered if he realised it was me.

"Hello?" My Dad answered.

I shook my head a bit, coming out of my daze and replied. "Hey Dad."

"Sandra! How are you honey?"

"Fine, I guess." Not wanting to beat around the bush anymore, I got right to it. "I'm moving back with you."

The line went silent, which didn't surprise me. I rolled my eyes and waited for him to respond, which didn't happen.

"Unless you don't want me to..." I said flatly. Even though I knew that him not wanting me there wasn't the problem.

"What about-"

"I'm leaving." I finished for him.

"Sandra don't you think you should think about this?"

"Well we can think about it when I'm back at your house."

He sighed before speaking again. "Alright, I'll see you soon honey."

"Yeah, Oh and Dad, don't tell anyone yet. I'll need to talk to them myself."

"Okay." he said a bit hesitantly. "Bye Sand."

"Bye Dad."

And there it was, I was going back. This would be a good thing. I think.

"I can't believe you're leaving. Again." Lauren pouted, sitting on my bed as I finished packing up all of my stuff, yet again.

"I know, and I'm sorry. But I think I really need to go back. And hey, you can visit whenever you want, and I can come back every once in a while." I smiled.

"And maybe you can introduce me to that good looking guy that was at the field the other day?" she grinned.

"Seeing as your my friend, and I care about you. I would never put that upon you." I laughed.

She looked at me confused. and I just shook my head as to say it's not important.

"So, you never really told any of us what it was like there. I mean, you were there for a year. And you're going back so you must have liked it. And you're not one to stay out of drama." she raised her eyebrows at me. "Spill."

"Spill what?" I shrugged innocently.

"You're a terrible liar. Come on, who was that guy at the field the other day?"

"Nobody." I emphasized.

"Oh I see how it is. He's the guy." she cooed.

I sighed and sat down next to her. "No." I said slowly. "He's the best friend of, the guy."

"Oh, I see. So what is he doing here looking for you?"

"Well I kind of, didn't tell any of them that I'd be leaving." I made a face at the end.

"You didn't tell any of them?" she narrowed her eyes at me.

"No. Well I told Lucas but-"

"Lucas?" she asked.

"The guy." I explained.

"Oh, okay continue."

"Well I told him, but never really gave an explication or anything. I just kind of left. Not to mention I was a total bitch in the process." I sighed.

"Is that why you're going back?" she asked quietly. "Because of him."

I lifted my head and looked at her. She was staring down at the floor. When I left the first time, she handled it really hard. We had grown up together since we were little. I could only imagine that it was even worse that I was leaving again.

"No, it's not. I guess that's part of it. But just everything, the friends I made there. I don't know really, I just had things going for me there." I shrugged. "It just feels right to go back."

"It's going to suck going back without you...again." she responded.

I stared at her for a moment and then got an idea. "Hey why don't you come with me?"

"What?" she snapped her head up.

"Well not permanently of course. But there's still like two and a half weeks until summer is over. You could just come down for like a week. It would really help me." I smiled.

"I don't know Sand.."

"Please." I smiled.

She rolled her eyes skyward and then smiled. "Fine. For a week."

"Really! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you." I hugged her.

"Sandra are you sure you're able to drive down by yourself?" My Mom asked nervously.

"Yes Mom, I'll have Lauren with me, and beside, I'm a good driver. We'll be fine."

It was the morning that I was going back to my Dad's house and my car was all packed up.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "Make sure you call me as soon as you get there."

"Okay Mom, I'm leaving now." I said impatiently, seeing as we'd been trying to leave for a half an hour.

"Okay honey, I love you. Be careful."

"I love you too Mom. Bye."

Lauren jumped in the passenger seat as I got in and started the engine. I pulled out of the driveway and then waved goodbye to Mom for the last time.

And that was that, I was on my way back.

A/N: So I kind of hate this chapter and honestly changed it like five times ;/ But anyway, please leave a review :)