Freen stomps her way over to Nam’s locker and slams it shut in one big huff. Nam looks up from packing her duffle bag, annoyed confusion written all over her face.
“Problem, Chankimha?”
Freen continues to grimace but looks hesitantly around the locker room, her brows furrowed and her shoulders stiff. Her chest feels tight with everything she’s been holding in and she swears she’s about to burst at the seams if she doesn’t say something soon.
The squad filtered out minutes before and Becky’s still practicing on the field with the Titans, but she can never be too sure. Someone’s always listening it seems and she can’t be burned a second time.
“Hello?” Nam waves her hand at Freen, “Is there a reason that you’re going around slamming lockers?”
Freen can hear the annoyance in her tone but her facial expression says differently when their eyes finally meet. For as long as they’ve known each other, all it takes is one look to realized something deeper is going on.
Nam softens, “Shit. What happened?”
Freen shakes her head and lets out the tiniest whimper, “I’m fucking this up.”
Nam catches Freen just as she stars to slide down the lockers in trembling mess. She pushes Freen to sit on the bench instead.
Hot tears start to stream down Freen’s cheeks like the floodgates have finally opened. She hasn’t let herself feel the brunt of everything yet, not until now. It’s a little relieving, but it’s not enough.
“What are you talking about?” Nam asks.
“I’m fucking this up.”
Nam lets out a sigh but keeps holding Freen up as she continues to sob. Instead of pressuring her to talk, Nam just let’s the girl cry it out first.
***
Once Freen has finally settled down some, Nam hands her a couple tissues from the travel pack she keeps in her duffle. She eyes her wearily before trying to get an answer out of Freen again.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on now?”
Freen’s averts her gaze to the ground. Her jaw is set and her lips are sealed as she wipes the angry tears from her face.
The reluctance to talk has Nam rolling her eyes.
“Don’t be stubborn. You’ve been in a bad mood all day then you go and do that,” Nam gestures to her locker, “Just tell me. Is it about your dad? Is he giving you a hard time again?”
Freen shakes her head.
Nam thinks, “Is this about JB’s blog? Because I doubt anyone is believing a word he says after his whole tater tot conspiracy was a bust. He’s already lost a ton of followers, I think he’s just reaching now.”
“It’s not that.”
“Okay…then what is it?”
Freen lets out a deep sigh, “She just wanted to talk and I couldn’t even do that.”
“Becky?” Nam asks hesitantly.
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Lost in the Lights
FanfictionBecky P. Armstrong is new to WMHS and quickly finds that the students there aren't as open-minded as the ones she's used to, especially when she takes over as the Titans' starting quarterback. Many heads are turned including Cheerios Co-Captain Free...
