Two female soccer teams. One deserted island. Twins, Lennon and June have no choice but to adjust to the elements of the wild when their plane crashes on the way to Nationals, leaving them stranded with their rival team. Friendships are tested, rela...
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JUNIPER.
I had never been much for parties. At least, not the kind my sister was into. Those kind of parties were always at some big house or on the beach with a huge bonfire and drunken teenagers acting like dickheads. I wasn't a bore in the slightest—I enjoyed a party. Just not the kind Imani Di Maggio had planned for our victory.
The parties I liked were chill and mellow with a number of people I could count on my hands. I liked sitting around a fire, a beer in my hand and the taste of some kind of psychedelic on my tongue. I knew people thought that made me a burn-out like the people I chose to spend my time with but I didn't give a shit, it was the way I liked it. With a small circle, just having a good time. However, Lennon wouldn't hear the end of it from Imani if I didn't attend a party in my honour—being the one to score the wining goal. And then I would never hear the end of it from Lennon.
Which meant by the time Saturday night rolled around, I found myself on the beach, listening to music turned up so high through the speakers it made my head bounce. Imani had invited just about everyone—probably the entirety of Coral Bay. People stopped to congratulate us on our big win and wished us the best, earning the fakest smile I could muster up. Meanwhile my sister thanked them with earnest, giving everyone a smile that made them feel like she was smiling just for them.
That was the thing about Lennon, she might have shared my ability of being the biggest hot-head in the room, but everyone fucking loved her. She had never asked nor demanded popularity, it had just handed itself to her. She was accepted by everyone who ever knew her and in all honesty, I had never heard anyone utter a bad word about her—at least from our side of town. She was an enigma and she drew people towards her with her wide smile and big-brown eyes. Sometimes I envied that about her and other times, I was grateful she was the one everyone put their attention on. That allowed me to do whatever I wanted outside of the gaze of watchful stares.
I was standing around the campfire with the rest of my team-mates whilst Brooklyn gushed about how we would be flying off in her parents private jet the following morning, "I've made sure it's stocked with everything we'll need—booze especially. We're gonna fucking need it being on a plane with Coach and Ethan drilling us for hours." She was saying, gesturing with her hands, her acrylic nails painted in ombre pinks.
Brooke was one of our newer players, she had only joined us in the start of senior year when her parents had moved to Coral Bay. Looking at her, I'd have never thought that Barbie herself would play soccer, but I had immediately eaten my own words when I had witnessed her play. She was good—really fucking good and had been a great asset to our team. I didn't know her very well because of how different we were but what I had gathered so far was that she had a new set of nails each week, loved cats and her parents owned a private jet.
