chap ten

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sams point of view

Coach finishes his drawing on the whiteboard, squiggles of our movement for Friday's game.
We leave tomorrow.

I won't say the pressure isn't on, even Mack looks stressed and that's hard to do.
Taking her gloves off, she chucks them in the wash bucket before heading for the showers.

Watching Hazel walk out of the bathrooms.
The water droplets run down her arms as she aggressively dries her hair with her pink towel.
She stops to share a glance with me before sitting down.

Most of the girls had already left, it's just Alanna tying her shoes, Mackenzie in the showers,
Hazel and I.
Coach leaves towards his office, shutting the door behind him.

She rests her head on my shoulder while tying up her shoe laces, gently humming a tune.

" So are you guys like together then?" Mackenzie asks.

Her towel wrapped around her hair, she sits down next to Alanna.
Both their eyes on us, I begin to chew on my nails.

Are we?
I wouldn't see we aren't.

Hazel finishes tying her shoes, as I glance at her.

" Uhmm".

" Well yeah" She nods.

I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face, looking away to hide my warm cheeks.

" Well good, it's sweet seeing you happy Mackenzie says, Alanna nodding.

Just as I'm about to open my mouth, Coach stands suddenly at the door.
My stomach drops to think how long he's been there.

" Sam, can I talk to you in my office?".

Hazel sends me a reassuring look before I'm following him to his office.
He sits down opposite me, arms crossed over his chest.

This is not good.

" So, I'm not going to pretend that I didn't hear all of that".

My stomach drops again, even further this time.

" Well, you know if anyone it's my doing, not Hazel-"

"- I'm not here to play the blame game. It's plain and simple. Hazel is here to play and that's that".

I shake my head, sitting up in the chair.
My fists tightening in my lap.

" I don't see how you can dictate that for her. She's a full grown adult".

He clears his throat, staring down at the paperwork in front of him before turning back to me.

" If your relationship with her continues, I'll have no other choice then to suspend your captaincy".

I'm honestly taken back by his words,
tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ears.
I'd rather be back at square one then have to discontinue whatever is happening with her.

He stays quiet, waiting for a response.

" Go for it" I shrug.

A loud sigh slips out his lips, pinching the top of his nose before he looks back at me.

" Otherwise we'll just have to send her back to England, which I can and will do".

My stomach sinks even further, his words boiling the blood running through me.

" Are you joking?! Why does it even matter so much to you" I growl.

He hands me the paper in front of him, the scoreboard for the season.
We're second and England is first,
which means this game determines who stays on top.

Sitting back in my seat, I jerk the paper back at him, crossing my arms.

" Nothing bad would even happen if we-"

"- Just end it. Before we leave tomorrow. We can't take any chances. And if you want her to stay so badly, you won't tell her about this conversation" He says.

Rolling my eyes at him, I don't say a word when leaving, almost slamming the door behind me.

When I enter the locker room, it's just Hazel.

She sits there, her head in her book, gently tapping her foot on the floor.
I lean against the doorway, her eyes glancing up to meet mine.

One of the warmest smiles on her face.

Fuck.
I cross my arms over my chest, a physical pain growing in my stomach.

Putting the book away in her bag, she jumps up, walking over to me.
My shoulders must drop, a small sigh slips out my lips as her eyes grow concerned.

" You okay?" She asks.

her point of view

Sam shakes her head, dropping her eyes to the floor.

" I just think..".

Her voice low and raspy, though not like her morning voice. More harsh and almost forced.

" I just think we need to talk about us".

My stomach sinks, feeling a lump growing in my throat.

" Is it because I answered their question? About us being together?".

She blinks at me a few times, as if she'd just been hurt.
As if I'd just insulted her.

" Um yeah, yeah. I think, maybe we should just be friends for now maybe?".

How many times could she say maybe?
What does she mean just friends?

I can barely manage words out, nothing but a short hum before clearing my throat.
Im quick to grab my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

" Okay" I say.

Her eyes shoot up from the floor, brows furrowed.

" Okay?".

I just nod.
The look of guilt on her face, quickly turns distressed.

" You mean you're okay with being friends?!".

Is she serious?
I mean, I genuinely cannot tell if she's fucking with me or not.

" You're the one who suggested it" I say.

She parts her lips as if she's going to say something, but then presses them together in a flat line.

" See you Tomorrow" She nods.

" See you then".

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