End Game - Taylor Swift

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The thought of being subbed out after working so hard stung, but I tried to brush it off.

I knew it was part of the game, and Coach Cass had her reasons. 

I trudged away from my teammates on the field, and Riley took my spot.

She shot me a superior look as she passed, her smirk even more pronounced than before.

I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep my irritation under control. It was hard not to be annoyed at her stupid face.

I sat on the sidelines, my legs bouncing anxiously as I watched the game unfold. 

From the corner of my eye, I could see Riley darting around the field, her movements sharp and efficient.

I approached Cassandra, who was busy conferring with another coach nearby. 
I waited patiently until she noticed me, then quietly spoke up.

"Hey, Coach. I accidentally twisted my finger a bit during the game. It's stinging a little."

Coach Cass turned to me, her expression shifting from concentration to concern instantly. She stepped closer, taking my hand in hers. 

"Let me see," she said, gently prodding the joint.

I winced slightly as she touched the tender spot. Even the slightest pressure caused a sharp pang of pain. 

"You're right, it's definitely swollen."

Cassandra let go of my hand, her expression shifting from concern to determination. 

"You need to go put some ice and a bandage on that. But I'll need you back on the field once it's sorted."

"Understood, Coach."
 
I gave her a quick, reassuring smile, then turned and headed towards the locker room.

Not knowing that the locker room has something that would destroy me.

I made my way towards the locker room.

Once inside, I made a beeline for the medical supplies.

I quickly found some gauze and tape, efficiently wrapping my finger with a makeshift bandage.

Once that was done, I grabbed an ice pack and held it to my swollen finger.

I leaned back against the lockers, exhaling as the cold seared into my skin.

Unable to help myself, I stole a glance at Riley's open locker on my way out of the room. 

The first thing I noticed were the pictures pinned up inside the locker, their sheer number catching my eye.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I inched closer to get a better look. 

It didn't take me long to recognize the two figures in the pictures. It was Riley and... Taylor in bed together naked?!

My blood ran cold as I stared at the photos. The realization of what I was seeing hit me like a ton of bricks, and my mind struggled to process the information. 

How could this be true? Taylor and Riley? It didn't make any sense. But the proof was right there, staring back at me in the form of those incriminating pictures.

My heart was pounding, and my palms were suddenly sweaty.

I felt like I was going to be sick. 
I had to confront Taylor about this. There had to be an explanation, some kind of misunderstanding. But deep down, I knew the truth.

I left the locker room, my head spinning. The sounds of the game outside felt distant, almost muted, as I tried to process what I'd just witnessed.

The storm was still raging on, but the rain was the least of my worries now.