Anaziahara

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I SAT ON THE SOCCER FIELD IN MY FAVORITE RED SHORTS FROM Germany.

My hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail, maybe a bit too tight. I played with the glass as I sat and waited for Marc. I came a bit early to warm up and I was regretting it.

I checked my phone for the time. It was 11:13, he's a bit late but if my warmup routine wasn't crazy long, I would've been late too.

I finished my warmup and kicked the soccer balls in the goal. I did summersaults when I scored. And watched as people passed by the field.

My hair was loose and no longer a pain. My back was covered in sweat, and the Spain summer air was not helping my hair.

Time passed I checked my phone, it was noon, Jesus.

I was thinking as I drink from my water bottle, is he terrible with time or did he just stand me up. My dad's text intruded on my thoughts.



El Papa

hows it going?

good 👍

👌

I told my dad I was going to a soccer field to train by myself because of my lost training yesterday. So, I didn't lie to him, technically.

20 minutes passed and I texted Marc for the first time, " Where are you?". Text bubbles formed as he started to massage me back, but they stopped, and he didn't respond.

I was puzzled but ignored it. I told myself I would wait 5 more minutes and then leave.

5 minutes went by and called an Uber and left for Cat's house.

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Cat was sitting on her front porch reading a book in her volleyball uni. She looked up at the car and smiled.

I got out and joined her, " Wow that was a quick practice." Cat said to me, secretly judging my looks. I sat in the rocking chair beside her. "

" We didn't train, he stood me up." I looked at Cat. She was calm and acted like I didn't say a guy just stood me up. " Don't take it personally, she reels him back in somehow." Cat sighed and got up. I followed her, and asked, " Who's 'she'?" I asked, Cat went and sat on one of her outdoor pool chairs.

" Anza," Cat says like I should know her. She reads my confused face and pulls out her phone and me a photo of a girl.

She looked like the most beautiful European girl I've seen; she was blonde had blue eyes and had a Scandinavian hairline. It took me a second to realize, " She looks like Anaziahara?"

" That is Anaziahara!" Cat laughs, I join because the Anaziahara I know looks nothing like Anza.

Anaziahara came to school in 5th grade, she was the tallest and biggest girl in the grade, yet she was the rudest.

Which made her popular instantly. Camerman and Sara hated her, because she gained popularity fast, and she wasn't even nice.

" It's all plastic, in 9th grade, she left in the middle of the year, and come 10th grade she looked competently different. She was the skinniest girl in the grade, her nose which Carmen made fun of her for was straight and perfect, and she looked shorter, Carmen said she had surgery legs to make her shorter, I mean she even walked funny.

" Jesus," I sighed, " But what does she have to do with Marc?". Cat scouted closer, " They've been dating since 10th grade." I raised an eyebrow.

Anza was not Marc's type like at all, before and after her surgeries. Marc liked girls who were darker, tan, with brown eyes, and curly hair, not Anza. It was like reading my mind because she said, " I know what you're thinking but trust me it was forced, like very. Any girl that showed interest in Marc a rumor was set about her, or she was being suspended, one girl you Rember Hailey. S?" Cat asked, I nodded and she continued, " She asked Marc out on a date while Anza and Marc were broken up, and she got beaten up the next day."

My eyes widened, and Cat nodded. " IS XAVIER TRYING TO GET ME KILLED?" I got up and yelled.

Cat laughed and pulled me back down, I was hoping she was going to say, it was all a joke but no. "No, everyone hates her and is scared of her, Xavier is just trying to kick her out of the picture." Cat patted my hand.

" You know, this information would've been good like a week ago," I said smugly. " Sorry," Cat shrugged and laid back in the beach chair.

" Wanna go shopping?"

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