"Lindsey, wait !" a familiar voice yells behind me.

I roll my eyes.

First of all, it's freaking Friday. Who the fuck throws parties on a Thursday night ? Second, she's the last person I want to know, because I don't want my horrible headache to increase. Finally, I just want to punch someone in the face right now, and it might be her if she says something stupid.

Nevertheless, I slow my walk down and turn around. Emily catches up with me, out of breath. She gives me a shy smile.

"What is it, Sonnett ?" I ask, angry.

She frowns. It's been forever since I stopped calling her by her last name, so she knows something is wrong.

"You have been weirdly quiet those past two weeks" she says, trying to keep a straight face. I feel that she's conflicted. "Something wrong ?"

"You tell me" I mutter.

This time, she doesn't seem pleased with my answer. "Lindsey, what did I do ? You usually send me texts every day, and all of a sudden you stop ? And on top of that you never answered the twenty texts I sent you ?" she asks, crossing her arms against her chest.

"I didn't want to" I lie. My words as so sharp and cold that she seems hurt for a second. I don't like to see her like that, but in the same time I have to protect myself, because my heart won't survive this. "Did you really think we were friends ?"

She frown. "Is it because my sister woke up from her coma ?" she asks, raising her voice a little bit. As I am starting to walk away, she grabs my arm to stop me. "Is it what it is really about ? You're jealous I am spending time with my family ? I'm sorry, Lindsey ! But my sister is the most important-"

"I don't give a shit about Emma" I interrupt her, taking my arm back. "Since you only seem to care about her, you should go and spend time with her. I will see you at practice tonight."

With that said, I start walking away again. I can easily guess that Emily is looking at me with her sad eyes. But what else can I do ?

I sigh.

**

I walk into the locker room, rolling my eyes already. It's one of those day when I am just fed up with every single thing.

Cari, Moe and Danny are getting dressed, talking about yesterday's party and how bad things had gotten once I left. There has been an huge fight involving boys and alcohol, and it seems like Servando was a part of it. I guess Alex is not very happy right now. I am glad Bati went home with us, because he would have protected his best friend. Dom was there to stop the fight, holding Serva back. When I look around the locker room, I can see Ashley, white as a White Walker, yawning quietly. It was her first drunk party, and it shows. I smirk, and I can see her glaring at me, before giving me a well-deserved fuck.

When I sit down next to Andi, I notice the newbies, with a newcomer. Indeed, Andressa and Rachel are hanging out with a blonde, blue eyes, very cute. I frown, not sure I ever seen her before. Or maybe I did, because her face is familiar... Wait, hasn't she played for one of the other teams ? Those we face ? Yes, she's with that other college... What is it called again ?

She feels my gaze on her, and graciously gets up and smiles at me.

"Hey, I'm Melissa Henderson" she says, and I shake her hand. "I was transferred here, I hope you guys won't mind me"

"What position are you playing ?" I ask nicely.

"Left-wing"

"Welcome on our team then" I joke, and she smiles.

I can see our tiny Brazilian smiling widely, while Rachel is just trying to put her socks on, but doesn't seem really good at it. When I look back around, I see Sam and Abby sitting close to each other, their hands sometimes touching. I assume something has been going on last night, and I am quite proud that I am the one initiating it. I don't want to restrain them from loving each other, if that makes my bud Sam happy. I'm done fighting everything. I trust them to stay focused.

Around five minutes before practice resumes, the whole team is here, including Emily. She has come in about thirty seconds ago, and went to sit with Moe. The pair have grown closer recently, and it's not something I am happy about. Of course Moe can be friends with whoever she wants, but I am just scared to have Emily close all the time now. I roll my eyes and put my cleats on. The girls start leaving the locker room.

But when I am about to stand up and go out, I hear the door being shut. When I look up, all I can see is a very angry Emily standing there, arms crossed on her chest. Her blue eyes are filled with confidence and confusion in the same time.

"Emily" I start, fed up already.

"Shut up" she abruptly says. She walks a few steps further, and blurts out : "I care about you too, okay ? I'm sorry if I wasn't genuine about it, but I really do ! I know I've left you out ever since Emma woke up, but you gotta understand it wasn't intentional ! I've been waiting for this moment to happen for two fucking years, Lindsey ! I'm sorry if you can't understand that, or if you're to stubborn to believe me, but it's the truth ! So if you would be kind enough as to stop acting like a jealous kid, I'd like us to have a normal conversation !"

I have my mouth wide open, so I close it right away, setting my jaw. Woah, I didn't expect her to be this aggressive. I frown.

"Fine." I let out.

She sits down on the ground in front of me, trying to remain calm. She seems to be choosing her words carefully.

"I miss you." she whispers. "I hate that I do, but that's the truth. I miss our sleepless nights talking about stuff, and the way you always stand out for me. And I need my friend back, because I might have gotten my sister back, but I need my friend."

"Okay" I let out.

"Okay ?" she repeats, quite surprised.

"Yeah." I clear out my throat, because it's turning sore. I then get up, and help her get on her feet too. I then give her my laser gaze. "I missed you too, Sonnett."

"Enough with my last name" she giggles. "Come here."

She pulls me into a tight hug, and all the feelings I have tried my best to bury somewhere in my stomach are just here again. The feeling of her arms around me, and sharp chin relying on my shoulders makes me shiver.

I close my eyes.