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LORELAI HAS HAD THE SAME WORKOUT ROUTINE SINCE SHE WAS THIRTEEN YEARS OLD. The girl has been in training since she was old enough to kick a ball. If you looked at Lorelai, you wouldn't expect her to play soccer. Probably because of vintage ideals that expect you to be butch in order to play sport and Lorelai who spent hundreds to get her nails done and her hair primped, looked nothing like that. Many people, many men, asked her why she played soccer, the "man's game". And she could come up with nothing other than she loved it.
When Lorelai was five years old her mother enrolled her in every club that her elementary school offered. It was extremely important to Lorelai's mom, Huyen, that Lorelai partake in a number of hobbies so that she would be more appealing to colleges later down the road. She enrolled her daughter in sports, languages, and social clubs but the trip to the soccer field with her dad was the one that stuck.
Soccer wasn't a sport that Huyen expected her daughter to pick up but she had no resentments that she did, especially when she saw how good she was. Lorelai took naturally to soccer and the game became a second language. Everything about her life suddenly shaped around the sport. Lorelai didn't care. This is what she wanted. It's all she every spoke, dreamt, breathed about. This was her life.
Getting into Stanford was just half the battle. Lorelai had dreamed about going to Stanford since she knew about colleges. She spent nights at the kitchen table planning her future with her mom and since forever, Stanford was on that list.
Lorelai busted her ass off for almost a decade to get to where she was now. Stanford university, on a sports scholarship, on her way to making it big on an European football league. She could do this, she knew she could. She just couldn't afford any distractions.
"Why won't you just tell me?" A voice said so loud, Lorelai could hear it over her music. Lorelai tore her eyes from the stats on the treadmill to glance at the two boys who just walked in. One walked with his head down as the smaller light haired one yapped loudly.
"Because it's none of your business." The taller boy answered, throwing his gym bag on the bench. Lorelai focused back on her reps.
"I just think I have a right to know."
"Why would you have a right to know?"
"Come on, it's just a yes or no answer. Did you have sex with her?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not? You did, didn't you? You totally did." The boy said with the utmost confidence. There was a second of doubt. "Right?" He asked. His friend shook his head at his ridiculousness. "Christ, won't you just tell me?"
Lorelai felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. She slowed the treadmill to a walking speed before it came to a stop. She tore her air pods out of her ears in which she could hear the conversation about some guy's sex life more clearly than she wanted. "Excuse me, but if you're not going to work out, can you take the conversation elsewhere. Maybe a brothel."
