Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 27: Don't give up

"How are you feeling?" Stacie asked as she closed her locker. It was the weekend before school started which meant it was the first soccer game of the new year. The girls were currently in the locker room getting changed out of their training kits for the game starting in 5 minutes.

"About what?" Beca muttered as she tied up her boots. The brunette was of course still miserable about everything that had been going on lately. It had been a week and her father still hadn't changed his mind, she still hasn't seen or spoken to Chloe ever since she said goodbye to the redhead. She had gotten Emily to call her friends and explain the situation since her dad took her phone off her. Just to top everything off, Beca's first game since the accident had to be against the same team they were playing that day.

"About the fact that we're playing against the team with the girl that threw you down." Stacie said seriously.

"I'm fine. She tries anything...She's dead." Beca closed her locker and walked off.

"Hey, captain!" Stacie called and the shorter girl stopped, turning around. "You forgot this." She tossed Beca her captain arm band and the said girl successfully caught it.

"Thanks." She pulled the band onto her arm before walking out.

Stacie shook her head and followed Beca outside. It didn't matter how hard her, Jesse, Benji or Emily tried, they couldn't get Beca to feel any better. Jesse had even offered Beca his phone to call Chloe but she refused. It was impossible to get through to her, she was cutting everyone off, especially Chloe...You couldn't even mention the redhead in front of her without her losing her shit. It was like she was trying to forget Chloe completely and that worried them all a great deal.

Beca made her way onto the field, scanning her eyes over the opposing team. Then a specific jersey number caught her eye, number 3. The same girl who called her a dyke and shoved her to the ground that unfortunate day. Beca glared at the girl, her life would be totally different if it weren't for her. It'd probably be better. She looked up to the bleachers and saw her dad, Kat, Jesse, Benji and Emily sitting together.

"You got this." Stacie came up and patted the shorter girl on the shoulder before they all got into their positions. The whistle was blown and the game kicked off.

20 minutes past and Beca had committed countless fouls already. Her frustrations had gotten the better of her and due to that, she was landing some pretty nasty tackles. Luckily she hadn't gotten carded yet.

Beca slid into another one of their players, completely taking her out and once again the referee blew his whistle.

"Quit playing dirty you little fucker!" The girl growled as she pulled herself up from the ground and dusted herself off.

Beca just scowled at her and turned to the referee. "Final warning." He said, pointing at her.

"Beca!" Coach Corcoran yelled and she turned to him. "Get it together!"

She felt the anger bubbling inside her as she punched the palm of her right hand.

"Dude, chill." Stacie said on the passing just as the other team took their free kick.

Beca sprinted towards the ball, wrestling with one of the taller girls to get to it first. She was faster though, Beca is one of the fastest girls on the field. As soon as she got the ball she looked up, she was about 40 yards out and Stacie was screaming for the ball to her left. The 18 year old ignored her friend and kicked the ball in front of her, running back up to it before taking a shot as hard as she could. Beca's left foot was Barden High's secret weapon, and she just reminded everyone of that as the ball swerved past all the defenders and the goalkeeper into the back of the net.