Field of Dreams: Year 1

Cleats

Olivia's POV:

It was the following day, and I was sitting in my room, talking to Blake and Paige and wondering how I could act right in the situation.

"I mean," I heard Blake saying. "You cannot ignore him forever," I shifted my position.

"Why not?" I asked. "He's six years older than me," I used it as an excuse once again (In case I haven't said this before, Liv turned fifteen at her birthday).

"He didn't seem to realise that," Paige added. "You can at least explain the situation to him-"

"Before you do something you haven't thought of," Blake interrupted her. She knew me so well.

"Okay, what do you say to do?" I asked once again.

"Just message him that you are sorry you haven't answered until now," Blake started.

"Say you've been busy with school," Paige continued. "And then just explain him the situation," she repeated her thought. "No-" she interrupted herself. We do that a lot... "Ask him politely what are his intentions, and then explai-"

"What other intentions he could've had to certainly use the words "Can't take my eyes off you"?" Blake asked sarcastically.

"I don't know," Paige shrugged. "Maybe he wants to be friends?" she proposed.

"I don't think there is other explanation for this particular expression," I shared. "Okay, I'll think about it and write to him, but," I decided to end with the topic. "Did you get the email from Mr. Nicolas?"

"Yep," they answered at the same time. "The mall, three o'clock," they cited with the same synchrony that caused me to laugh so hard that I hung up the call unintentionally.

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Pedri González
___________________________________
Heyyy

I saw that you haven't texted,
so I decided to do so

___________________________________

I just stared at the message blankly, glancing at the window from time to time for a few seconds and turning back to my phone.

I had been thinking what to do, but there was only one thing that came to my mind. I was calm, but that was only because of the sedatives. Yes, I still take them because I've been finding myself in stress situations pretty often then.

As the others were probably waiting for me in front of the building my family's apartment was located, I decided to do what I thought was the right thing.

I swiped the chat to the left and clicked the button Delete. It was over. Finally over. But why did I feel it wasn't right?

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"We're searching for cleats," I stated as we met with Mr. Nicolas. "But what type of them?" I asked. "I mean, we can't buy ones to play indoo-"

"Wait," Page interrupted me. "There are types of cleats?" she asked and stressed on the word.

"Yes," Blake answered. She is always so fast in answering. "There are cleats for," she prepared herself by taking a long breath. "Firm ground, soft ground, artificial ground, multi ground, turf, and the court or indoor cleats," she listed on her fingers.

"And which ones are best for us?" she then turned to our specialist in the sphere.

"I think it'll be reasonable to buy you multi ground," he informed us. "Simply because we play on natural grass, but we don't know what will be the ground like on those tryouts," he explained his decision. "Alright, here we are," he pointed us the shop's logo as we stood up in front of it. "Are you ready to take on a new chapter of your life?" he asked excitedly. I could see he was thrilled to do this.