Friends for life?

4. Injuries Are Tough

The six weeks between the last game and pre season starting went in surprisingly quick. Isla had still been able to go on holiday as planned and to spend a few weeks back in Scotland visiting her family and friends.

When her alarm went off on the first day of pre season she wanted to do anything other than head to the training centre. Pre season was bad enough with fitness tests but knowing she would likely be working 1 on 1 instead of joining the rest of the girls had been playing on her mind. Another sleepless night so she was exhausted too.

Grabbing her bag and crutches she made her way out the door and into Jordan's car. Since she was still injured she didn't get the call up for the Euros so at least they had each others company for the summer.

By the third week Isla had ditched the crutches, this should've brightened her mood but all she wanted to do was train with the rest of the remaining team. Jordan had returned to training with the team so it was Isla and a few of the men's team left in the rehab group. She'd always got on well with them but it wasn't the same.

Just like her ACL recovery, Isla was struggling mentally although she'd never admit it. She didn't want to bother anyone and even if she did speak up who would she speak to? Her friends outside football wouldn't understand, half the team were busy in pre season and the other half were competing in their summer competitions. Speaking of which she'd been following the Euros and attending the games she could. Always supporting her friends even if she was heartbroken Scotland hadn't qualified.

Having less football to focus gave Isla time to spend on other hobbies like formula 1. Usually she'd have to watch after her own weekend games but now she could watch live. A couple of the men's team had VIP passes for the British Grand Prix at Silverstone so she joined them and for the first time didn't think about her injury. It felt good to be out of that bubble for a while.

They attended the VIP after party and took full advantage of the complimentary drinks. Probably not the best idea since they all had to be at training the next day...what harm would a few drinks do though? It was still pre season a one off after all.

Isla was woken the next morning by the bright sunlight on her face and the worst head ache. Forcing her eyes open she realised this wasn't her bedroom and the coolness of the bedding against her bare skin told her she was not wearing anything underneath. The sudden need to pee forced her to get up but a weight across her stomach stopped her, she peeked down a tattooed arm snaked around her waist.

Shit! She was frozen, almost too scared to turn to see the face belonging to the arm. Closing her eyes hoping it was a bad dream she was brought back to reality by the lips of this mystery man on her forehead. Opening her eyes she was met with those of her teammate... fuck there was no hiding from this.

Has Isla made a huge mistake?
Who is the mystery team mate?