A Phone Call

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Erik

Seeing her number flash up felt weird. Did she know about these rumours? Luckily enough I wasn't attached to anybody at the moment... But she was going out with my teammate. "We need to talk" she greeted me. I could hear her anguish through the phone, it hurt. "You didn't start this did you?" Her voice was pained... "No Lara, I didn't. Why would I anyway?" That was a bit harsh. She knew as well as I that spreading rumours like this would mean social suicide in our world.

Lara

There were many a case in the celebrity and soccer world just like this. But nothing in the world was ever as bad as this. Speaking to Erik I started to cry. "We need to get behind this, Erik!" I took a deep breath. At the end of the phone I heard Erik's heavy breathing, "Lara do you know how serious this is?" Just then it occurred to me, that I had only gotten half of the story. My train was starting to crash...

Manuel

Heartbroken I knocked on the door. Although I hadn't cried yet, I knew I wasn't too far from it. "Lara, look you need to leave..." She looked back at me, her eyes welling up. She knew. I closed the door and winced. I had to get out of here.

Lara

Packing my bags I screamed and yelled... This couldn't be happening!!!

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