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When I saw her I couldn't believe it. Time seemed to stop when I saw those eyes that made me want to fall to my knees and apologize. But I knew that this wasn't the place or time for any words. She hadn't changed besides the fact that she was know grown up and could be a model. What I had read however was that she was an interior designer and I'm glad we both ended up doing what we wanted. I couldn't act as if something was wrong so I walked on to my home away from home and thought about what coach said.
Simply take any shot you can and make it count-Basically, don't fuck things up. I wasn't nervous about the game and all that was on the line, I was overwhelmed to be honest. Everything was happening at once; her "appearance", the party last night, training, and the amount of endorsements coming my way. But one reason I loved this sport was that you were able to focus on what was going on on the field. You didn't have to worry about the drama of being "famous" or how many people liked you.
Zeke got the ball and kicked it to me with no interference from the defense. I kicked that ball as hard as I could towards the goal that barely made it in.
Focus Kris .
I went to the sidelines to refill on fluids and of course she was trying to be helpful, so she was handing out water. Anna tried to hand me a water bottle which I rejected and went to someone I knew wouldn't poison me. I was walking away when I heard thumper, as we once had called her, murmur "dumb ass". I turned around to see her look up and not look one bit intimidated.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me Mr. Jones." She seemed to spit off her tongue.
"Bitch go back to the states where you belong." I might have taken that a tiny ounce too far. Her mouth hung open and she didn't move for a few seconds; but when she did her eyes were glazed over and she gently put down the water bottles.
"I really thought you had changed. But it's funny how I thought that."
Then she walked out. With her head down and hands in the pockets of her coat. I wanted to chase her but I couldn't bring myself to it, for I knew I had to this on her terms.

I had defiantly just fucked this up.

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