Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 39: Champoinship final

Saturday May 28th.

Beca woke up to her alarm, feeling completely energised. No, not because she was on some special drug or anything (we all know Beca isn't a morning person) but because today was the day of the championship final. The brunette was excited and nervous at the same time but she honestly couldn't wait to get back out on the field.

She put her glasses on before heading downstairs to get something to eat before her shower.

"You ready for today, girls?" Kat asked as Beca climbed up onto the counter to reach a bowl. Emily answered with a nervous 'yeah.'

"Not everyone in this house is 7ft, y'know." The 18 year old hopped off the counter with a bowl in her hand.

"She probably didn't even hear what you said, honey." John chuckled, pointing out the fact Beca wasn't wearing her hearing aid.

"Of course I can hear you guys." Beca turned around with narrow eyes. "Wait..." Her eyes then widened when realisation hit her. "Talk again." The teenager asked as she covered up her good ear.

"Can you hear us?" John asked and Beca heard it crystal clear.

"Oh my God." Was all she said and John stood up and slowly walked towards her. "I can hear." Beca said quietly and a huge grin spread across her father's face.

"Beca, this is amazing!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms around his daughter.

"I'll call Dr Hadley." Kat said excitedly as Emily smiled at her sister and stepfather.

"This is a sign, we're totally gonna win." The 16 year old (Emily's 16th was the beginning of May) said knowingly with a giggle.

"Can you still not see?" John chuckled when he pulled away, pulling Beca's glasses off.

"Still need them, dad." Beca laughed, taking her glasses back off her father. "I'm gonna call Chloe."

Unfortunately Chloe had a physiotherapy session so she had told Beca that she might only make it back to see the second half of the match. This knocked Beca's confidence a little because knowing Chloe was up there in the bleachers really would've helped her out. She just had to get her head down and win this game.

Things definitely weren't going to plan though, when halftime was quickly approaching, Barden High were already down by 3 - yes 3 - goals. It was all going horribly wrong and as captain, Beca automatically blamed herself.

When Stacie scored a goal just before the whistle, the girls didn't even celebrate, they were all too shocked and deflated to. They were all pretty much accepting their fate. As soon as the referee blew his whistle, Beca sat down on the pitch, lying back as she covered her face. They were already 3-1 down at halftime, Beca felt completely responsible and humiliated.

Everyone was silent in the locker room, a deafening silence.

"Hey, Beca. Don't blame yourself." Emily came and sat next to her sister who was just staring at the floor.

"Of course it's my fault, I'm the captain." Beca muttered.

"Right, that's it." Stacie announced, clapping her hands together to grab everyone's attention as she stood up on the bench. "Girls, we're letting the pressure get to us, it's going straight to our heads and we're losing it. You know better than that, we can all focus and come back in this game. Of course we can, we have the player of the season on our squad." The tall brunette pointed at Beca who looked up to find everyone looking at her. "This is mine and Beca's last chance to do this, we're asking for your help to make our time on this team meaningful. Get up here, captain." Stacie held out her hand and pulled Beca to her feet. "Make every opportunity you can for her and she'll score, trust me."