Faulty Trust || Katie McCabe

01

SURPRISE SHAWTY IVE GOT A NEW BOOK FOR YOU
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Lia had given me the rundown of quite literally everyone on the team; of course I knew most of them already because I played against them. Though that doesn't mean anything when personalities do a full three sixty on and off the pitch. I was well aware of this as everyone else was; it's our job to do everything possible to win games. A questionable tackle? Cheeky comments? Doesn't mean we're bad people; we're just passionate.

Coming from Liverpool, it was nice to finally be on the side that's not having to put up with the craziness that is The Arsenal. Lia had worked day and night trying to convince me to transfer; I wanted to, as I was comfortable at Liverpool. I was dreading it for specific reasons, but everything happens for a reason, right?

I'd like to think I knew what I was coming into, yet it was never what I had expected it to be. Arsenal might've changed my entire career, and I wouldn't be leaving this damn club anytime soon.

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"I'm so telling Lotte that you have the vintage Arsenal jersey she's been looking for." Lia was currently picking her way through my extensive football jersey collection while I packed the rest of my things from my room. She quite literally wasn't very much help, though her moral support was definitely top tier.

"Can't she just ask Arsenal or Nike for the jersey?" I asked, taping the last box up.

Lia hummed, "Probably; she just hasn't had much time lately." She was right, honestly; ever since they won the Euros, all of the English girls had been busy doing interviews or shoots all the time. Lia had told me about it constantly, as quite a few of them played at Arsenal, of course. Plus, she was best friends with Leah, the captain. It all just made sense in my head, at least.

"Right, packing." Lia turned away from my collection but realised I was done. "Oh."

I snorted before picking up the last box and walking out of my room towards the foyer. "I was going to help, I swear!" Lia called from my room.

"Yeah, uh, huh!" I called back with a smile on my face, laughing to myself. Lia had a good heart; I loved her dearly. But sometimes I swear she just gets so distracted.

"Okay, how are you packing these? I'll help."

"Well, since it's the last thing I have to do, I think I might just fold them all and put them in the extra box I had." I stood there staring at my football jersey collection, debating how exactly I wanted to pack them. Everything I do had to be done a particular way; otherwise, I'd get annoyed.

"How about you sort them by national team and club team, then pack them accordingly? Simple enough?" Lia offered, knowing I needed it to be organised.

I thought about it for a moment: "Yeah, that'll work. Just make sure they're sorted by year too, please." Lia hummed before unhooking an old Turbine Potsdam jersey, a club I held dearly to my heart because it's where Lia and I first met.

We got to work sorting everything and came to the conclusion that I have way too many, but I assured her there was no such thing as too many. She only laughed and told me I'd get along with Lotte really well, as we both liked vintage jerseys apparently. Though I was informed Leah may try to steal a few of mine, which I am highly prepared for as I've met her a few times through Lia. We've got on pretty well, which is probably due to Lia and our shared love of country music. Probably as well as us also being defenders, even if Leah was a midfielder turned defender, which I loved to remind her of all the time.

"So where exactly is my apartment going to be? You said I lived near Leah, but not exactly near her." I racked my brain for how Lia had actually described it to me; if I was honest, I don't think I was paying attention.