"Alright ladies, listen up!" Coach Corcoran grabbed the team's attention in the middle of the pitch. "I want you all to take a second to look at these." He stepped to the side to reveal that he had placed 4 jerseys on the grass. They each had a different name and number printed on the back. Mitchell, 19. Conrad, 11. Junk, 7. Stewart, 9. Beca, Stacie, Emily and Jennifer's jerseys. The 4 main girls that lead Barden to victory in 2016. "Who are these people?" He asked his team.
"The 2016 Championship winners." 17 year old striker and captain, Lucy said knowingly.
"Not only that, they're legends. These girls helped Barden win the championship for the first and only time." The man explained but his team still didn't seem to have much belief. "And you girls can help us do it for the second time."
"Doubtful." One of the seniors on the squad scoffed.
"They were so much better than us, I mean even look at them now. They're killing it." Lucy added, kicking her toe into the ground.
"We should just get them to come and play the final for us." Another girl joked with a laugh but not many of the others found it funny.
"Ladies..." Coach Corcoran trailed off, looking down at the ground to hide his smile. "Please welcome your mentors for the week."
"What's up Bardeeeen?!" Beca yelled from the sideline behind the girls, making them all whip their heads around. There she was stood, Emily, Stacie and Jennifer by her sides, all dressed in their kits apart from their jerseys which were still on the grass (they only had their tank tops on instead.)
The team freaked the fuck out. Some screamed, some squealed and others were just completely speechless.
"Is this for real?" Lucy asked her coach incredulously, her eyes beginning to well up.
Coach Corcoran knew how much Lucy idolised Beca. When the 17 year old came out as lesbian to him last year, she mentioned how it was Beca who helped her do it, even though the 24 year old had no idea. He nodded "Go and see her." The man motioned to the group of women who were currently surrounded by a bunch of excitable teenage girls.
Lucy shook her head, wiping her eyes before a tear could fall. Everything was so overwhelming, she couldn't actually believe what was happening.
"Why not?" He asked softly, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"I'm too nervous." The girl laughed before sniffing, holding out her trembling hand.
"No need to be, she's a sweetheart." Coach reassured. "Beca!" He called over and the short brunette managed to slip out of the crowd. Using his hand to motion her over, the woman jogged up to him and Lucy.
Beca's face immediately laced with concern as she noticed the teenager crying.
"Beca, this is Lucy. She's a huge fan of yours and you've helped her through many difficult situations." Coach Corcoran smiled and Beca's expression softened, a smile forming on her face.
"Hey don't cry, kid." Beca said softly, pulling Lucy in for a tight hug. Now we all know Beca wasn't a big hugger but ever since she had young fans coming up to her, telling her how much she had helped them made her heart melt.
"Thank you for everything." The 17 year old sobbed onto Beca's shoulder. She wasn't that much taller than the brunette, not quite reaching Chloe's height.
The older woman took a deep breath as she soothingly rubbed the girl's back. Everytime a kid said that too her, it really got to her. She nodded her head over Lucy's shoulder at Coach Corcoran who gave her a thumbs up before walking over to the other girls. "You okay?" Beca asked gently as she pulled away, using her thumb to wipe the girl's tears away.
