Darling Muhl,

Spill ~ part three

Darla followed behind Nika, with Kk walking beside her as they approached Azzis car.

they're feet squeaking against the snow that littered the ground.

Darla quickly opened the door sitting in the back, nika bent down leaning on the top of the car frame, her forehead against her arm as she was looking inside.

Nika huffed , " of course there isn't enough room in Azzi's car. " she muttered.

Nika then moved into the car sitting next to darla, they were already squished together, having to squeeze as much as they could so another person could fit in.

they were squished in as tightly is as they could.
the air grew thick as the two girls sat right next to each other not saying a word.

Darla refused to look at Nika, still focused on her phone.
she could feel Nika's muscles and arms pressed up against her and it made her all to aware of their proximity.

Paige then stopped singing to sexy red with kk as she turned down the volume, looking back at the 3 girls squished in the back laughing before speaking as azzi drove,

" what do you guys want too eat ? " paige asked wiggling her eyebrows at the three girls in the back,

Kk hummed for a moment, " honestly I could go for some wingstop . "
Azzi spoke, " same, I could eat some good wings right now. "

darla let out a small huff, signalling she didn't want stupid wingstop, but didn't want to say anything, staring out the window as nika noticed before turning too paige,

" no. i don't want wings " nika said staring at paige with a plain expression.

darla turned too face nika smiling slightly, but nika kept her stare at paige,

' god, why am i smiling. fuck. ' she thought to herself.

" okay, then what?" paige asked furrowing her eyebrows

" i feel like chipotle, honestly " darla mumbled from the backseat,

Nika shrugged, a blank expression on her face.

Azzi spoke, " ok, chipotle it is. "
Kk and Paige let out a collective groan.
" but I wanted wings. " Kk said with a whine.

" just shutup " nika mumbled looking at kk before laughing.

darla felt nikas arm press into her more as she laughed.

darla stared out the window, getting flashbacks of her argument with her Iowa coach when a song that was playing in the arena at the time, played in the car.

" your playing awful, Mak! " Coach yelled as darla stood in the locker room with a towel draped around her neck and head hung low, griping a water bottle angrily, needing to throw it against the ground, but she's been working on her anger issues.

" i know. " darla said staring at the ground, tears glazing over her eyes.

silence fell between them for a moment before coach spoke again.
" i need you on point, do you understand? "
coach said firmly.
tears rolled down darla's cheeks but she didn't make any effort to wipe them off.
" i understand. " she said, her eyes still focused on the floor and avoiding eye contact with her coach.

" stop fucking crying, mak. get your act together " coach scoffed, as darlas face wrinkled up.

" this is the game that decides if you win nationals ! " coach yelled through gritted teeth.

darla watched through teary eyes standing in the dim hallway with her coach, as coach walked back and forth before stopping,

gripping darlas jerseys collar,