chapter 8

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September 12 | Thursday

Carmody's POV

I stumble into the locker room at 5:45 am and Jamie stares.

"You good?"

"I did it." I mutter.

"You gave her the ring?!"

"Yes! I'll send the video later!"

"Gave who what ring?" Our coach comes in and Jamie laughs, throwing her shoe at Emily.

"I gave Sammi a promise ring." I mutter, knowing he still wants to talk about the Parker shit.

"Ahh. Okay. Can I talk to you please, Rogers?"

I nod, following him into his office in my reversible training tank top and shorts.

"First off, Sammi Parchel?" He asks, taking a sip of his coffee and I sigh.

"Hon är min flickvän. Jag älskar henne mer än någonting i det här livet och jag kommer att välja hennes lycka framför min varje gång. Sam är det bästa i våra liv och varje offer jag gör är för henne."

"Hey hey hey. Calm down. Look at me." I slowly look at him and he hugs me. "I support you guys.  I do. I just want to know something."

"What?"

"I wish you two the best and all this stuff with Parker will be taken care of. Also, cover hickeys." He chuckles.

"Okay. Promise me, nothing is going to happen to Sam?"

"Nothing. Protocol is in place. Is she in Florida with their team or she here?"

"She's here. Currently with Leva and Everleigh."

"Okay. I'm suppose to meet with you four today so if they can come towards the end of practice, that'd be wonderful."

"Yeah I'll give them a holler. Thank you so much."

"Of course, kid. Listen, we are going help you guys. How's Sammi doing?"

"She still shaken up but I don't blame her."

"how bad was it?"

"She never cries. she was having full blown panic attacks."

"Alright kid. Nothing is going to happen to you guys. Go get ready for practice and we'll talk more later with the other 3." He pats my back and I go back to the locker room.

I create a groupchat with the 3, informing them to pick me up from training later and I slide my phone in my pocket as I walk back into the locker room. I sigh, sitting in my locker with my head in my hands and Mickaela walks over, sitting in front of me.

"You okay?"

"I'm good." I mumble, standing up to find my socks.

"If you need anything, give me a holler."

I nod, putting on my gear and my phone buzzes.

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