Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 24: 2016

"Beca are you awake?" Chloe woke the next morning around 7am. It was now New Year's Eve and the redhead was excited to bring 2016 in with her girlfriend.

"No." The brunette grumbled. She was lying on her front, her face buried into her pillow so her voice was muffled.

"You hungover?" Chloe scoffed as she rolled onto her side and began rubbing Beca's back.

The brunette lifted her face out of her pillow and turned to her girlfriend. "Not really." She shrugged.

Beca let out a loud groan into her pillow as her phone began to ring obnoxiously loud beside her.

"Oh wow look, your phone isn't on silent." Chloe teased and her girlfriend ignored her as she aimlessly reached behind her for the ringing device. "I'm gonna shower." The redhead announced before climbing over the top of Beca to get off the bed.

The brunette grabbed her glasses off the nightstand and put them on to read the caller ID. Fucking Stacie calling her at this time of the morning.

"Dude do you own a clock?" Beca deadpanned after she hit answer.

"I've got news for you." The girl on the other line completely ignored her annoyed friend and continued on excitedly.

"What?"

"It was our last training session yesterday till after the new year and I was talking to Coach about you." Stacie began. "He wants you back on the team!" She practically squealed.

Beca had been out of the team ever since the accident which had been a couple of months now. She hasn't even been to watch the team play because the thought of stepping on the pitch again freaks her out.

"I have to wear glasses, I'm half deaf and now I have epilepsy. Not even the shittiest team in the world would want me to play for them." Beca said seriously.

"Get contacts and you'll be fine."

"What about the fact I could collapse at any point in the middle of a game?" Beca shook her head at how oblivious Stacie was being.

"I've told Coach everything. He even spoke to the league officials and you're allowed to play. Come on Beca! We've barely won any games since you left." The girl pleaded down the line.

Beca sighed.

"Our first game back is Away to those Montgomery Academy bitches. You know the one with that girl that pushed you down that day?"

"How the hell is that going to make me want to come back?" Beca asked incredulously.

"So you can kick her ass! Not like literally or you'll just get sent off but like show her that you're the better player than her and you can fight back from anything."

Beca took a second to think about it. She did find herself missing the sport and she was bored after school when training used to be. It also seems like her team desperately needs her...

"Okay I'll do it." She finally decided.

Stacie squealed down the face. "I'll email Coach and let him know and I'll let you get back to your lady lovin'." She joked and Beca rolled her eyes.

"I'll talk to you later." She laughed before hanging up. The first thing that Beca realised is that ever since the accident, she hadn't been having her usual exercise sessions or eating like she would if she was on the team. Beca threw the duvet off the top of her and looked down at her abdomen. Even her abs were starting to lose tone, she definitely had to get back in the swing of things if she was going to be back on the team.

Climbing out of bed, Beca put on a fresh set of clothes, deciding to take a shower later on. She was wearing ripped back jeans with a white tank top which had a picture of a pair of glasses on it with a caption underneath reading: 'I Like My Women How I Like My Glasses. Sitting On My Face.' Just as the short brunette began tying her hair up into a messy bun, she walked up to the window and opened the curtains.