Skipper's Kid

I'll Be Right Back

"—training was alright," your mom nodded. "How was school?"

You shrugged, placing your phone down on the couch. "It was okay. Not too much homework for once."

"That's good. Do ye' want to come with me to training tomorrow?" she asked, squeezing your knee.

"Aye, always," you spared a glance to your phone. It was blowing up for some reason. "Sorry. I'll be right back, mum."

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"Shit," you swore, taking a seat in your desk chair.

Your phone hadn't been blowing up because of your friends' endless conversations in a group chat. It hadn't been blowing up because of that stupid old TikTok that you'd posted. It hadn't been blowing up because of that IG post you'd liked. No. Your phone had been blowing up because of the emails you were receiving. But they weren't random offers about upgrading to Grammarly premium or buying family members Super Duolingo.

They were contract offers. From different clubs in the WSL. Hell, you'd even gotten an offer from Bayren Munich. Apparently, a lot of scouts for both academy teams and senior teams had been at a recent match of yours.

"Y/N!" your mom shouted from downstairs. "If ye' don't hurry up you're gonna miss that one SpongeBob episode you've been ravin' about!"

You swore again. You'd be damned if you missed a SpongeBob episode.

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"So," your mom began as soon as the shows credits began rolling. "What took ye' so long?"

You scratched your chin. "Nothing. I didn't even take that long."

"Yes, you did," she gave you a look before leaning in. "D'you have a boyfriend?"

You choked on your own spit. "No!"

The Midfielder looked apologetic. "Sorry, I shouldn't have just guessed your sexuality like that. D'you have a girlfriend?"

"No!"

"Then what were you doing?"

You grimaced. "I was checkin' my school email. Turns out someone was spammin' it."

She raised an eyebrow. "For ten minutes?"

"Well, I had to delete them all."

Your mom was silent. To anybody else, it would have seemed like she'd just given up and believed you. But you were her daughter. You'd known her all your life. You knew exactly how her brain analyzed every single minute detail and looked for every possible outcome.

And that's exactly what she was doing. She would know if you were in love. You'd be giddy, so that wasn't it. You clearly weren't angry about something, so it was highly unlikely you were having problems in school. You didn't have any major football tournaments coming up, so that wasn't it either.

Her eyes narrowed as the list of possibilities for your weird behavior grew smaller.

Something was going on with you, and the Arsenal captain intended to find out what.

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"Hey, Leah," Kim hugged her fellow Defender in greeting. "How are ye'?"

"Hey, Kimmy," the Englishwoman smiled. "I'm good, and you?"

"Good," the skipper said. "D'you think you could do me a favor?"

Leah nodded. "Always. What do you need?"

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"Oh, hey Leah," you stood, giving the woman a hug and closing the door behind her. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to chat," the Gunner stated, handing you a bag. "Also, Katie wanted me to give you this."

You peered inside, taking note of the green jersey covered in signatures with a smirk. "She's tryin' to be the favorite again, huh?"

Leah grinned, shoulder-checking you playfully. "I don't know why she bothers, we all know you'd rather have a Williamson jersey with the Lionesses' signatures on it than a McCabe one."

You scoffed. "Actually, I'd rather have a Cooney-Cross jersey with the Matildas' signatures on it."

"Shut up," she stuck out her tongue. "Anyways, I've got some thing with BBC I've got to go to, so anything you want to tell me before I leave?"

You shook your head silently.

"Nothing?" she questioned.

"Actually, yeah," you snapped your fingers as Leah brightened. "Tell my mum I said nice try."

"Fuck."

"And tell her I said you're being a bad influence."

"Hey!"

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"Well?" Kim inquired as Leah trudged down the stairs. "She spill it?"

Leah winced. "She said 'nice try'."

The Scot swore. "She knows me too well. Was that all she said?"

"Yup. Nothing else."

Kim looked at the Lioness suspiciously. "So she didn't say you were being a bad influence?"

Leah's jaw dropped. "Wot!?"

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I'm so stupid LMAO

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