My person

18

Did you like the pic? I have more of them. Watch out, Y/n. I am watching. See you soon, ;).

That is the text I got this morning. I don't know what it means. All I know is that Chloe has even more pics of me. The picture she sent me a couple of days ago wasn't really bad.

I mean, yeah it is bad that she has pictures like that of me, but you couldn't see my head. You couldn't see whose penis it is. Meaning that if it ever comes out on the internet, no one could really know for sure it is mine. But if she has more pictures, there can be a picture with my face on.

I can always say it is photoshopped, but still. It is scary to even think that my most private part is out on the internet to be seen for everybody. Nobody would want that. Expect for pornstars of course.

I sigh and throw my phone away.

"Everything alright?", I hear the girl laying on my chest ask me. I look down and see her chocolate eyes look up to me.

"Yeah", I lie and cuddle her closer to me.

"Y/nn... don't lie to me. I can see something is wrong", she leans on her elbow, so she can looks me in the eye. Her face is right before mine, making me look at all her features. Her eyes, lips, cheeks, eyebrows. She just really so beautiful. Even her ghost scar on her forehead. I can't have her. I shouldn't think about her like that.

"Mallory, just let it go. I don't wanna talk about it", I sigh and push her away. I get out of bed and start dressing me.

"Don't be so rude. I just want to help"

I pull my hoodie over my head and look at her. "I know", I sigh "it's just... you can't really do something about it. Let it go, ok?".

She rolls her eyes and nods her head. I give her a sad, small smile and kiss her cheek. "Breakfast?"

She nods and walks into the bathroom to get dressed. I sit on my bed and scroll through instagram, seeing what all the fans are saying about me.

Most of them are actually really sweet, welcoming me into the team. Most of them are happy I got called up and are happy to see me play with their favourite players. Some want to see me play in the match today, but I probably won't.

Today, we have a match against Germany. Jill told me she isn't going to start me, which I understand. I mean, I am disappointed about it. I want to play, but I also understand that I just came into the team and she came just throw me onto the field with the other players.

When Mal was done, we walk to the dining room together. I lay some food on my plate and take a seat next to Christen. I greet everyone and start to eat.

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I stand up and cheer loudly with the other people in the stadium. I smile brightly when I see Mallory celebrate with Tobin. She just scored the first goal in the match which makes it 1-0 for us.

A small breeze makes my shirt press against my skin, making me happy I decided to wear a binder for now. I am really happy Christen convinced me to wear them more often. It has really improved me how I feel about myself and I have been happier more now. I also know I shouldn't wear them to practices or matches, but I am on the bench and I knew I am not going to play this game so I decided to just put it on.

When the match ends, Mal was the only one that had scored. We won because of her. They decide to go celebrate somewhere but I declined saying I need to catch up some homework.

Right now, I am sitting alone in my hotelroom, trying to make some homework. It is really difficult to concentrate when my phone is right next to me.

I am trying to answer these questions about diodes when my phone pings. I take it and see a text from Mallory and an unknown number. I open Mal's text.

Can't you make your homework another time? I miss you🥺

I laugh silently and text her back, saying we have enough time to hang out after I finished catching up with my lessons. I don't wanna get behind on our classes. I wouldn't make it to the end of the year then.

I open the text from the unknown number. It is a pic of me naked with the sentence 'what if people found out about the real you? Watch your back, freak'.

What did I ever do to her? I didn't even know Chloe before she became my roommate. I don't understand. How does she know about me? Is that the reason she asked to be my roommate? To mess with me. She is crazy.

Shit. What if she leaks it to the press. Everyone will know then. I can't have that. Jill is going to kick me off the team. The team is going to hate me and wouldn't want me anymore.

I can't breathe. I think I am hyperventilating. My breaths come out short and rapidly. My heart is pounding in my chest. I clench my hoodie in my hand and shut my eyes close. It hurts. Sweat breaks out as I fall off my chair onto the ground.

I don't know how long I stayed there, but I was drenched in sweat. My short hair completely wet and curly. I still can't breath and the pain in my chest has become worse.

"Y/n?", I hear someone knock on the door, but I can't move.

"Help", I can barely whisper. The door flies open and someone kneels in front of me.

"Shit, Y/n", they take my face in their hand, forcing me to look at them. "Breath with me". They lay my hand on their chest and breaths exaggerated in and out. I copy them and after a couple of minutes I have calmed down.

"Thank you", I try to smile, but it was more a grimace. I look around and see Christen sitting in front of me on the ground. She was the one who helped me.

Tobin, Ashlyn, Ali and Mal are also standing in the room. The door has been closed for some privacy, which I am thankful for.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. I am fine", I shrug them off and begin making my homework again. Ignoring them completely.

I don't want to involve them into this mess.