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"some eyes touch you more than hands ever could"

~lyla~

"AND THEN YOU GUYS KISSED?!" meredith squeals, while harper and sophia giggle next to her. i was telling the girls what happened with joão last night. he dropped me off early this morning because he had training, and the girls have been begging for details ever since.

"cmon, we all know they did more then just kiss." sophia smirks as she pulls the collar of my crew neck down, revealing the dark hickeys spotted across my skin. meredith and harper gasp and i quickly smack sophia's hand away.

"no we didn't!" i groan, but the girls see right through my lies.

"stop lying." harper smirks at me and pouts. i just roll my eyes and the girls begin to have a laugh attack. surprisingly meredith, harper, and sophia all get along well. it was a little awkward at first, but once they got warmed up too each other, it's like they have been friends for years.

"cmon, i have to go pick up mase." i call, trying to change the subject to harper. meredith and sophia both notice and smirk at the brunette across from me. her cheeks quickly turn pink and she pulls her hoodie over her head to hide it.

the four of us pile into my car and drive to stamford bridge while the girls tease me about joão the whole time. "i'll be right back." i park and then scan my card at the entrance, the doors automatically opening for me.

mase gave me a keycard to the stadium so i can get in whenever i want to and normally i come to watch training, but because of what happened between me and joão, i've made sure to stay clear of everything that has to do with him. but i think we are on better terms now, so everything should be fine.

i walk down the long hallway, not expecting to find the guys in the locker room yet. practice doesn't end for another 10 minutes, i just needed to get away from the girls constant teasing. i'll just make up a lie about how practice went a couple minutes long or something.

because i have spent so much time here and have made friends with many of the players, i basically know where everything is. christian gave me almost a full tour of the stadium a couple weeks ago and by the end of it, i literally thought my feet were gonna fall off.

as i round the corner, i immediately bump into someone taller than me. i back away and after realizing who it is, a warm smile spreads on my lips.

"oh! my darling lyla!" miss crainer beams, one of the athletic trainers who i met a couple weeks ago. shes a plump old lady, a little taller than me. she has a grey bun that's always secured tightly on the back of her head, and boobs that practically touch the ground.

she wraps her arms around me and i smile as my face gets buried in her chest. she's hugging me so tightly i can barely breath, but the way her face lit up when she saw me, i don't want to upset her by telling her to get off.

"honey, where have you been?" she interrogates me with a sly smile, sticking a crooked finger at me. i met miss crainer a couple weeks ago in the restroom when she was complaining about not being able to stick a bobby pin in the back of her hair.

she asked me to do it and then invited me to her tent setup on the field, where she treats injured players and wraps ankles and wrists and stuff like that. ever since then, i had always gone down to sit with her instead of in the bleachers because i liked the company, and i think she did too. but i haven't been around lately, for obvious reasons.

"i've just been really busy." i laugh off her question, not wanting to spill the real details just yet. i know she loves the boys like her own children, and i don't want a personal problem that me and joão had to affect the way she sees him.