We can't be friends

Idfc - blackbear

I stood by as the coach went around yelling at my brother and his teammates.

"Watch your feet"

"What was that?"

"Faster!"

All I could hear was critique and I couldn't help but admire at the hard work in front of me. The young team were restless, gasping for air as they finally finished one of their exercises. I smiled at Marc, before rolling my eyes at his best friend who stood next to him.

Hector Fort.

We didn't get along, we did as young kids but something changed in our older years. I wasn't sure what had happened but the energy between us changed, and therefore it also changed our dynamic as a whole. I was no longer one of his friends, I had went from childhood friend to his brothers annoying sister.

I couldn't help but grimace when Hectors eyes reached be, and he looked at me with a challenging look, as if to say 'what are you lookin' at?'. I quickly adverted my gaze, looking around the team. It was comforting knowing I could be here with the team without worrying about romantic aversions. The team had always been friendly with me, and I was happy to be here. Everyone knew me as Marc's little sister, and everyone respected me. Except for Hector that is.

As the coach started the new exercise, I went to my station where I'm meant to take care of water bottles for the team. I looked inside of the cooler box, only to find that there was no water left. Steps could be heard from behind me, and to my surprise I saw Hector, fanning himself with his hand. Being tall and all, he peaked from behind me to see the cooler box totally empty.

"Aren't you supposed to do be doing your job?"

"Actually, I was just about to go get water." Grabbing my duffel bag, I looked to see him holding a unimpressed face.

"Typical..." He mumbled as I turned to leave, but I immediatly stopped in my tracks.

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?"

"Typical what?"

"Typical that you can't get a simple task done." He scoffed, a hand covering his face to shield him from the sun.

Oh he's got to be kidding with me.

"Are you serious? Gosh you're so arrogant aren't you, you just want everything handed to you on a platter." My grip on my duffel bag tightened as I stormed away, anger bubbling under my skin. I had done my job, god forbid the box is empty even for a second.

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The training session had finished and I was waiting for Marc to finish showering. Sadly for me, he ended up walking out with Hector.

"I'm driving him home." Marc rubbed the back of his neck, before patting Hector on the shoulder. I was about to protest, but he interrupted me before I could.

"And before you go complaining, yes he is getting a ride home and no, you can't change my mind." He scolded, but I only rolled my eyes. Marc took the lead, walking us to the his car. I glanced at Hector, who was on his phone and walking with the speed of literal snail.

"Could you walk any slower, gosh." I sneered, gaining his attention.

"Fine." He said, walking much faster, but bumping into me. Not harsh enough for it to hurt, but enough for me to stumble. I felt his arm grab me and help me up before he gave me a strange look.

"Can't you even walk?" He said, and kept walking to Marc.

"Hey! Maybe if you weren't rude and didn't go around pushing me, then I'd have the privilege of walking without trouble like most people do." I huffed, walking along beside him.

"Right, and that's why you're playing football because 'you're so coordinated'. Oh wait, you don't." He laughed, reaching the passenger door before I made it. I couldn't say a word before he sat himself down, giggling to himself. That bastard. I sat myself down in the back I lightly slapped Marc in the back of his neck.

"Ouch!"

"How can you let him sit in the front when I'm your sister? I should mean more to you than what he does."

"y/n, it's one drive. You always sit upfront, besides you know what they say, sharing is caring." Marc tapped his hands on the steering wheel, vibing with the music. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not one for sharing."

"Maybe thats because you don't care about others." Hector glanced at me through the cars mirror, and I furrowed.

"That's not true. I don't share stuff when people don't share either" I crossed my arms, at him.

"Yeah well, maybe it's because no one cares about you then." Hector announced. Ouch, well that was harsh. Actually, that... that kind of hurt.

I looked out the window, ignoring his gaze. I could feel him glancing at me, but I couldn't help but feel a tad. I wasn't necessarily the most confident person on the planet, and he myself had stopped caring about me. I was starting to doubt if anyone really did care me.

My whole life, Marc had been the center of attention. I was never envious, but he did receive the affections of my parents, and I was always sort of just there. Nothing was about me, no one did anything for me and it was always I who had do change my schedule so that Marc could have it easy. Like I said, I've never been envious or mad about it, but it has lead me to wonder if I really mattered to people at all.

So maybe I was a little childish looking out the window after Hectors comments. We'd always bicker and say rude stuff but sometimes he'd just say something that really hit a sore spot. But then again he doesn't care about, so he wouldn't know or care if his comments hurt me, especially if their partially true, or else he wouldn't have stopped caring about me when we were kids.

"Um, anyways. I need to fill up the car. Don't start a cat fight or anything, please." Marc asked, giving us a look before going out to fill the tank. Silence filled the car with an awkward feeling bubbling. I kept looking out the window, as if the action would shield my thoughts and emotions.

"I'm sorry." Hector said, turning in his seat to get a proper look at me. I kept looking out the window.

"It's whatever."

"No it's not whatever. I shouldn't have said it." He continued, lightly rubbing his temple.

"I mean you know it's not true, lots of people care about you." His gaze was kept on me, but I still couldn't find myself to look at him. I bit down, my jaw becoming tense.

"I mean you do know that right?" Hector asked.

"Y/n?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed. I supposed he could feel my insecurity, and I looked at him. I wanted to appear unbothered and confident, but the words just wouldn't come out my mouth.

"I- I um..." I tried to get the words out, but they caught stuck in my throat. They wouldn't get out, they couldn't get out until I fully meant them. Hector was about to say something, that was before a car door opened, revealing Marc.

"Okay, I've got the tank filled up and a few snacks. You guys alright?" Marc asked, adjusting his seatbelt.

"Yeah we're fine, can we just go home now?" I asked, returning my gaze to the window. I could feel Hector looking at me, but decided to ignore it.

"Will do boss." Marc laughed, turning on the engine.