Today is the day of the final. It's going to be the most important match of my career. I hate that it will be against the person that I love most. I would love to share this day with her but if today is going to be the best day of my life, it will be her worst. We have a bit of training over the day. I texted with Leah but we didn't talk about the match again. We talked about it before. We have to accept that only one of us can be happy tonight.
I'm trying to get into the zone by now. I know everyone will ask me about Leah today but I don't want that to distract me.
"Did you sleep with her?" Gen walks next to me suddenly.
"What?" Why is she asking me that?
"Did you?"
"It's non of your business." I turn my head away.
"Maybe you fucked her brain and energy out of her so she will be playing shit today." She laughs. I turn back at her. I grab her arm and dig my nails into her skin.
"Stop talking about Leah. She will play amazing as always. You need to go up against her like every other player. Stop disrespecting her the entire time." I hiss at her. I'm so tired of her.
"You're hurting me." She says as my nails are scratching her.
"Good." I dig my nails into her arm even deeper.
"Rosalie, stop." Gen says.
"Then stop talking to me." I say. I'm not playing around anymore. She did enough.
"You're crazy."
"Just be respectful. I didn't ever do anything to you and neither did Leah. There is no reason for you to be like that." I say in a stern voice.
"Okay." She just says. I hold on to her for a bit longer and then let her go. She looks at her arm with a painful face. She looks back at me and then just walks off with quick steps. Maybe she finally got it. Probably not.
The bus journey in the afternoon goes mostly quiet. I listen to music and try to get my thoughts clear which isn't easy because everything I open my phone, I look at my wallpaper of Leah's and my hand intertwined. We didn't text again so we could both focus. We sent each other both a good luck text and that's it. It's probably better to keep a bit of distance. I fiddle around with my ring when a song comes on on my headphones that reminds me of Leah. Pretty much every love song reminds me of her. I might have sung a few at her when we were at home.
"Hey." I suddenly hear a voice. I stop my music and look up. It's Beck.
"Hey."
"How are you?" She asks and sits next to me.
"I'm fine."
"Are you nervous?"
"A bit but that's probably normal." I say.
"Did you talk to Leah?"
"No. We just texted in the morning. We try to keep distance for the day." I tell her. I won't keep distance when this match is over.
"Isn't it weird that you could destroy her dream today?"
"It is. I still like that we can both experience playing a world cup final." I say. I'm happy for us both to play there tonight but I have to prepare myself for the feelings after the match. I don't think about that now. I will just do my best. As always.
During the warm up on the pitch, I can already see Leah. I keep looking over at her even tho I try not to. She just always magnifies me. She looks so carefree and happy how she plays the ball around with Keira. I know what this day means to her. It means a lot to both of us. I shake my head and concentrate on myself again. I hope I won't get distracted by Leah during the match. I didn't play against her ever since that match where I stepped on her hand. At least I won't do that today.
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Fanfiction~I wanna crush her~ Rosalie has played for France and Lyon for years. She seems like the perfect defender on the outside but she is a total mess. She has no true friends and never had a relationship. No one could quite get through to her. Not until...
