It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd.
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Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world...
A/N-Hey' y'all. We're back with the story. I hope you enjoy this part:) Olivia's POV:
"Mr. Moore?" I asked, slowly opening the door of his cabinet. "May I come in?" I cannot believe I was doing this, and I think Mr. Moore was thinking the same. Only judging by his expression when he saw me.
"You're already in," I took that as a sign to fully enter and close the door behind myself. In answer, he just closed his laptop (sometimes I think he's hiding some highly classified stuff on it) and crossed his hands' finger on top of it. "What do you want?" Was the sudden and a bit unexpectedly aggressive tone of the Board director.
"I just wanted to ask something about the news," he looked at me with the what-are-you-talking-about expression. He was trying to play dumb, and I knew it. "Look, we know you told the reporters and the paparazzi where the pitch was, and who Mr. Nicolas was," I informed him, slightly sitting on left side chair before his desk. He watched expectedly. Probably to say how I know that. There wasn't even a sign of shock. As if he already knew that we'd known. "We saw you on the pitch," now I got him. His eyes shifted to the left a little. What he was going to tell me later, was definitely going to be a lie. For sure. "And I know you and Ava are related," this was the sentence that destroyed him. He suddenly moved his eyes back on me and started slowly to sweat. There were a few drops on his forehead after a few seconds. "But I'm not here to talk about that," I confessed and could see him totally cooling down. Confronts could be awful for one of the sides. "Why didn't you tell the people that were following us who we were?" I got straight to the point, not waistline any more second. Blake and Paige were already waiting for me. And worst part is that they knew I was on consultation. Not in Mr. Moore's office. I watched him expectedly this time, waiting for him to finally say something.
"Ms. Davies," he finally said after a few very awkward and tense seconds of silence. "I don't want to be your friend," he linked to me and my best friends, but I tilted my head. I'd never said something of the kind. "Or I'll ever try to be," he clarified. I got even more confused. "I didn't say your names only because I didn't want to cause any problems to the school and everyone in it," including your daughter, right? "I don't want unwanted attention because we are an elite school. We don't need everyone to know that we have some girls that play football in it," he said with a strange tone. I watched him with a semi-disgusted face. How could he be so self-cantered? How could he just neglect the fact that Mr. Nicolas, the best US football player, worked for him and didn't even pay tribute to him? Even a little? "Now, if you excuse me," he pointed the door with his hand, not letting me say even a word. I was speechless. How could he be that selfish! How could he only want what's only good for him? How could he- "Ms. Davies," he cleared his throat. "Leave," he pointed at the door again. I couldn't do anything more than just standing up and walking to the door to go out.
"Thank you," I said and enjoyed his facial expression with my hand on the door knob. "That you at least didn't cause us any problems," were my last words before actually opening the door and stepping out of the room, sighing from relief.
"What were you doing there?" I heard an abrupt and insisting voice right in front of me. I knew that voice damn well.
"Ava, I'm not in the mood to argue with you," I opened my eyes and saw the person I knew it was. Ava Williams. Why did she and Mr. Moore have different surnames, though? It was strange. "I was just thanking," was the only answer I gave before walking down the stair, leaving her, not being able to respond. Oh, I'd wanted to do that from the day I understood she was the source of all of our problems!
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"I'm home," I raised my tone a little, so everyone could understand. Not that they cared if I was at home but still. "Mom?" I asked the air when no one responded. Yeah, they didn't care much but answered every time. "Dad?" I said again while walking into the living room, spotting them two on the sofa. "Oh," I sighed from relief once again that day. "You're here," I slightly pointed to them as they moved their gazes to me. There was a paper in my mother's hands. What was it even? "Mom? Dad?" I asked again. "What's going on?" I was totally confused. Why were they acting so unexplainably.
"You're going to get expelled! That's what's happening!" My father suddenly shouted. I jumped on my place a little because I hadn't expected it to happen. Wait...WHAT?! In the first seconds, I couldn't process the information. I WAS GOING TO GET EXPELLED?!
"What? Why?" I rushed and took the paper but couldn't read clearly because of the shock. "They can't expel me! I have a high GPA and haven't done anything wrong!" Was all I could think of a reason for this thing to happen.
"And you'll have to keep your grades even higher," my father took the sheet from my hands. "Because..." he looked straight in my eyes. "Apparently," he stopped again. "You've been being absent too much!" He just held it in front of my face. "And you'll have to sort this out with the School Board members." No, that couldn't have been true! That's why Mr. Moore was so calm! He'd planned all of this. He'd planned to expel me and the girls! He'd planned to ruin all of our lives! He'd planned to make us do whatever he wanted if we didn't want to get expelled. And everyone knew that we didn't what this to happen. Ever.
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