You and me

Part 4

Y/N POV

Elizabeth fucking Olsen is the friend that Aubrey keeps talking about! We lock eyes and I see the same shock I have on her face. Like a magnet I am drawn to her and before I know it I am standing right before her. After I looked at her I notice that she is wearing my clothes. This can't be happening. I am dreaming, Elizabeth Olsen is standing here in my clothes. "Nice clothes." That's the only thing that I say. I have a smirk on my face that I can't wipe off. "Get your head out of the gutter Y/N. I am only wearing this because my clothes were dirty." Yeah, of course that was the reason. I hope that I didn't embarrass her. "What are you doing here?" Of course I know what she is doing here but I want to change the subject. "My friend invited me to watch her new star player in action. And by the looks of it, you are her new star player. You didn't tell me that you are a goalkeeper." Why would I tell her something like that. I didn't know that she was interested in my life. I just thought that she wanted to leave because I could be a creeper that stalked her. "Why does it matter?" Elizabeth looked me in the eyes and then she looked at my hand. Does she remember that my hand is probably broken. 

"If I knew you were a goalkeeper I wouldn't have let you go. You can't play with that hand, you are going to hurt it even harder." I know that she is right but I just can't risk it to let my team down on my first day. "Look Elizabeth, I can't explain it right now but please don't tell Aubrey about it. She will get me off the field but there is no other goalkeeper so that means a disaster. Please I am begging you, don't tell her." I look pathetic begging her like this but she could ruin everything just by running her mouth. Elizabeth nodded and I let out a sight of relief. "But if I see you hurt in any way I will tell her to get you of the field. I feel bad enough that I got you in this situation." Why does she keep thinking that this is her fault. I don't know where I get this confidence from but I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "For the last time it is not your fault. You don't deserve to be harassed by some sick guy. I am not going to let someone rape you and I am not a victim blamer. I blame that motherfucker for my hand." Before Elizabeth could react we heard someone yell my name. "Y/L/N stop flirting with my friend and get your ass on the field!" Instantly my cheeks turn bright red. How dare she embarrass me like that. I will have a talk with her later. While I am running on the field I mouth an "I am sorry" to Elizabeth. She just smiles at me. 

I am positioned in my goal and I already feel at home. The other team is ready on their side and before I know it the ref blows his whistle to start the game. I am so concentrated and I love every freaking second of this. I missed this so much. After a few minutes the first real chance comes. The other teams runs to the goal, they defeated the defense and it's a one on one with me. The attacker runs up to me but I also run to her to make the goal smaller. This is an easy goal for the other team so I am preparing myself for a let down. The attacker shoots the ball at the goal but by a miracle I stretch my right hand out the furthest I can and push the ball outside the line. Pure euphoria goes over my team. I can't believe that I stopped that ball but I did. I hear the screams of my teammates and the supporters. my teammates run up to me and give me a high five. I feel like a pure bliss. We all take place to defend the corner. They take the corner but I can easily pick the ball out of the air. I run forward and see our attacker running so I pass the ball to her. She runs and runs over the field like a tornado and eventually scores. I almost explode with happiness. She did it, she scored. The game went on and I made a few more safes. The extra time was two minutes and the opponent had the ball. They went in the box but right before she could shoot our defender tackled her hard. She got a yellow and the opponent got a penalty. Yes a freaking penalty. We were doing so good, why would you make such a horrible fault?

The attacker lined up and I took my place in the middle of the goal. I was so freaking concentrated that I blocked everything out except for the opponent. I looked her in the eyes, that is something I always do with a penalty. I try to read her and see with corner she is going to take. I heard the refs whistle and I took one final breath before the attacker began to run to the ball. I quickly saw her eyes go to the right hook of my goal so I knew that she would shoot there. She kicked the ball perfectly to my right corner but I was quick to react and pushed the ball as far as I could with my right hand. I can't believe that I actually caught it. The whistle of the ref went so it was half-time. My team ran up to me and jumped to me. "What the actual fuck! Aubrey didn't lie, you are a freaking beast. I can't believe it." I didn't hear them all I could hear was the pounding of my hand. It hurt like a fucking bitch especially after my last save. I feel like I am going to pass out so I just thank everyone and walk to the locker room. When I am in the hall someone yelled my name. "Y/N wait for me!" I turned around and saw that Elizabeth was walking up to me. "Are you alright?" No, of course I am not okey but I can't say that to her because she will tell Aubrey. "Yeah I am good." I lie trough my teeth and let me tell you that I suck at lying. I was never good at it but I guess that is a good quality. "Can I see your hand please?" No, she can't see it. It will probably look really bad after that last safe. ""You saw it this morning, why would you want to see it now." She gave me an unamused look. "Because you look pale as shit so stop being stubborn and let me look." That was hot. No, stop thinking like that. I quickly look around to see if no one is around and then I take my glove of. 

"Fuck Y/N this doesn't look good." I look at my hand and it is almost black. My knuckles have moved but not in the right way. They are now further away than before. That's probably why it hurts so much. "Please don't tell Aubrey. I promise you that it looks worst than it feels." That is a complete lie. I can pass out any moment from the pain but I really need to play. "I can't do that, you have to understand me. This doesn't look good and I can see that you are going to pass out from the pain. You know that you are a terrible liar." This is complete bullshit. She can't tell Aubrey. I promised my grandma that I would win my first game and I can't lose that promise. Just from thinking about her I get tears in my eyes. "Please Elizabeth, the last promise I made to my grandma was that I would win my first game for her. I will pay you whatever you want if you just don't tell her anything." I am full on crying at this moment and I am just embarrassing myself. "This is not about money Y/N this is about your health. You can play if you promise me that you will go to the hospital after this." I quickly wipe my tears and hug her as hard as I can. She smells just like vanille, it's really nice to hug her. This feels just like when I would hug my grandma. "Thank you so much." 

Other team POV 

"Guys, guys you will not believe what I just heard." Everybody looked at Charlotte as she sprinted in the locker room. "What is it Charlotte?" Charlotte begun to smile and everybody knew that she had found a way to win this game. "You know that the only obstacle is that amazing keeper right?" Everybody nodded and Charlotte's smile only grew bigger. "Well, I just heard her talking and I found out that she is injured. Her hand is probably broken, so if we want to win we need to get her off the field. I volunteer to 'accidentally' step on her hand so that she needs to be switched." The room went quiet and then the gossip began. "Let's vote. Everyone that wants to do this raise your hand." Almost everybody's hand went in the air. "Okay, then it is settled. I will try and do it as soon as possible so that we have time to score after it." Everybody nodded and went back to the field. 

Y/N POV 

The fifteen minute break was over and honestly I didn't hear anything that was said. I went to the bathroom took a painkiller and went back to the locker room to just sit for a minute. Coach was telling a new game plan but I didn't hear any of it. I hope that I wasn't involved in the plan. I lined up in the other goal and everybody was ready to play. The opponents really pushed us and we needed to defend very quick. They didn't come to the goal for another minute and I was happy about that. The pain was bad but it was a little bit better after the painkiller. The attacker of the other team went forward with the ball and took a quick look at the goal. Quickly after that she took a shot but I was fast to react and pushed the ball yet again outside. Everyone lined up for the corner and the forward from the other team stood next to me. I really hate it when they do this. They try to block me from moving and it is a sucky decision. The girl was pushing me and I have enough of it. "Can you stop pushing me!" The girl just looks at me and smirks. God I hate her already. The ball came into the field but I picked it up. It was a bit harder than the first corner and I needed to fall down by the forse of the kick. The girl that was pushing me earlier tried to kick the ball out of my hands. What a fucking bitch, this is clearly a fault. I have the ball so she can't touch it. Before I can react the girls steps really freaking hard on my hand. I scream out in pain, but she doesn't stop she does is another time and another time. This is clearly meant to hurt. They are trying to get me off the field and it is working. I can't think straight anymore this hurts too hard. I lay there holding my hand, I have never felt this pain before. 

In this moment, I really think that my career is over...

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2 updates in one day. This is because I let you guys wait so long before. 

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