𝟥.𝖲𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗄

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⋆ ˚。 ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。 ⋆1996

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1996

The sound of Kennedy throwing up in the bathroom echoed around the locker room. No one talked about what happened on the field, all too shocked or trying not to be the next one to empty their stomach in the bathroom.

Everyone was changing out of their clothes when Jackie stood before everyone, trying to gain their attention.

"I know we're all really worried about Allie," Jackie said, being the first to speak up. Kennedy walked back to her locker, standing behind Jackie, and moving towards her locker, which Natalie was next to.

"Hey, you alright?" Nat spoke softly, looking up at her, feeling bad that she wasn't there to help Kennedy.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Kennedy mumbled, removing her casual clothes from her locker.

"It might not be as bad," Jackie continued, trying to convince everyone and herself that everything was going to be okay.

"you could see her fucking bones, Jackie," Natalie snapped at Jackie, glaring up at her. "I'm pretty sure, it's exactly as bad as it looked." Nat continued, sitting on the floor with her arms crossed and knees up to her chest.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna throw up," Van spoke up, trying her best to keep the lunch she had eaten hours before.

Kennedy shook her head at her, the mere thought making her stomach churn. She was too scared to throw up again.

"Okay, but I mean.." Jackie exhaled, trying to find the right words to motivate her team. "We're still a team, and we still have each other." Continued Jackie, with hope in her voice, and arms crossed over her chest.

"And the Lord works in mysterious ways-" Laura Lee added in, backing up Jackie, but was interrupted by Nat slamming her locker closed.

"Nice work, Taissa." That was the last thing Natalie said before leaving the locker room. Kennedy sighed, shaking her head.

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The locker room was almost empty now. Most of the team had cleared out, leaving only Kennedy and Jackie on opposite sides of the room.

Jackie glanced over her shoulder, breaking the silence. "You coming to the party tonight?" she asked, pulling her hair out of a ponytail.

Kennedy zipped up her bag, taking her time with the answer. "Not sure yet," she said. Her voice was casual, but she could feel Jackie's eyes lingering.

Jackie nodded, like she'd expected that. "Corey's going." She turned back to the mirror, brushing her dirty blonde hair. "Figured you might be, too."

Kennedy hummed quietly. Corey again. Of course.

Jackie and Kennedy weren't exactly close. They talked here and there — mostly when Corey and Jeff hung out — but it never went beyond that.

Still, they had history.

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