After the game, Tobin wasn't in the team's reunion.

She got Allie to drive her straight at Laure's dorm. What one of he Stanford girl said on the pitch pissed her off big time : they sent some people to Laure. Fortunately enough, Tobin kind of knew nothing bad would happen to her because those people are not stupid enough to hit on someone from UCLA during those trouble times. But the only thought of Laure being hurt is annoying Tobin.

Once Allie's car disappear in the alley, Tobin sprints to the dorm, energetically hitting on the door. When Sabrina, Laure's roommate, opens the door, she frowns.

"Tobin ? What are you doing here ?" the French girl asks.

Tobin suddenly notices that she is in her volleyball gear. Quite confused, the midfielder looks at the room behind the girl and notices it's empty, apart from Sabrina's stuff everywhere. Tobin frowns.

"Do you know where Laure is ?" she asks, worried.

"Yeah, some girl came here and they left together to the cafeteria of the building right in front of here, you know, the Social Sciences one." Sab immediately answers, raising her eyebrow. "Is there something wrong ? I've heard about what happened at the game..."

"Everything's fine, but I need to find her" Tobin says, and before Sabrina can say anything, she adds : "Have a nice training."

With that said, the brunette just starts jogging to the building Sabrina pointed, still on her soccer shorts, with a cap on. When she arrives in the outside cafeteria, Tobin tenses up immediately.

Laure is indeed here, and the girl that came by to pick her up is Alex Morgan. When she sports Tobin, the brunette intentionally caresses Laure's cheeks. The midfielder, who is so angry in the inside, starts breathing heavily : she knows Laure hates it when she loses control and punches people, and Alex is probably filling her on what happened at the game. Even though she doesn't know what the exact plan of the Stanford's girls is, Tobin knows it can't be good : they got her once today, by getting her suspended, and they are just keeping on going this way.

So the midfielder calmly walks toward them, and when Alex widely smiles at her, Laure turns around a little bit. When she realizes who it is, she suddenly tenses up, before getting up awkwardly.

"T-Tobin" Laure stammers in her cute accent.

"Yo" Tobin lets out, quite angry. She then looks down at Alex, who has her bitchy face on. "Alex, what are you doing here ?"

"Well, since my restricting order from this campus got cancelled this afternoon - thanks to you, by the way - I decided to come by and see my old friend Laure" the forward says, smirking.

Even though she absolutely hates her, Tobin has to admit she is a great actress, and also knows what Tobin's weaknesses are.

"Am I interrupting something ?" the middy asks, staring Laure.

"Uhm, n-no, we were just about to-"

"Order" Alex completes, smiling. "You should join us, Tobin."

"Your teammate purposely hurt my captain today, so don't think I will sit down with you" Tobin harshly says, her eyes firing daggers at the brunette.

The French girl, on the other hand, looks rather confused. Alex, still glaring at Tobin, takes Laure's hand in her, before caressing it. Laure, who is a little surprised, has her mouth half-opened, looking at Tobin for a moment, before blushing.

Alex isn't done yet :

"Then you should leave my friend Laure and I have this coffee, Tobin" She then turns to face Laure, and adds : "Right, honey ?"

But Laure isn't paying attention to her.

"Is it true you got on a fight today ?" she asks Tobin, a neutral facial expression on.

The midfielder is very angry : of course Alex came here to take Laure away from her. That's the Stanford way of getting revenge, and now that UCLA acquired Moe's rights, the war is officially on. And they stroke pretty well, taking down three key players. Whoever is behind this - Tobin's bet is on either Hope, Rampone or Lloyd - and now attacking the girls in their personal lives. The middy can only sigh and shrug.

She then turns around, after throwing an ultimate death glare at Alex. But after walking straight in front of her for several seconds, Tobin is caught up by Laure, who grabs her arm. There is confusion in her eyes.

"You didn't answer the question" she insists.

Tobin sighs once again. "It's true" she says, and the deception on Laure's eyes just hurts her immediately. "But they deserved it, those bitches-"

"They honestly don't look like bitches" Laure interrupts her. Of course she's looking at Alex, quite innocently. "You told me you had changed."

"I had, but-"

"I will go back to Alex now"

"You know she's the one involved in the first fight, right ?" Tobin says, angry.

"A fight Becky ordered, Tobin. Call me when you've calmed down."

With that said, she goes back to Alex, who is on her feet. As soon as the French is in front of her, the forward gives Tobin a piercing look, before grabbing the back of Laure's neck and kissing her with passion.

Once the kiss is over and that Laure turns around, Tobin is gone.

*

The locker room falls silent, at Jill steps on the room. Her face is lightened, which means she finally has a good news. Only one week away from the games against USC and Harvard, the team is lacking in four players (two injured and two under suspension), which means they are missing two players to be 18, which is the minimal number. Obviously, they would've been disqualified for those two games, and it would mean stepping away from the final four a little bit more.

As the tension is growing, Jill says :

"Ladies, you can now relax because two payers just arrived from Europe this morning to help us out"

There is immediately a lighter atmosphere, as everybody sigh in relief. The girls then clap their hands, as Dawn comes in as well.

"One comes from Humboldt Universität - auf Deutsch bitte !/in German please ! - in Berlin, and the other made the trip from the University of Oslo, in Norway." the assistant coach settles, exchanging a proud look with Jill, before the two women starts laughing. "They are here for the remaining of the school year in exchange, so I count on you to welcome them in style !"

"Without further due, here are our two new recruits : forward Ada Hegerberg, and midfielder Dzsenifer Marozsán !"

Julie's face immediately freezes when she hears the second name. She tries to hide it, as the two girls are making an entrance.

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The blonde, who is quite obviously the Norwegian, since they like all have blonde hair in those countries in the North, immediately looks like a dork. Her bright smile and childish eyes immediately makes the girls want to know her.

And when she opens her mouth, everybody listen :

"Hey, I'm Ada, sorry if I throw weird expression at your face. Not my fault, I'm Norwegian"

That makes Kelley rolling her eyes and say : "She already speaks better English than I do".

Kling, who is sitting in between the brunette and Julie, bursts into laughter, before the other girls follow. But the younger defender, on the other hand, is not laughing. Her eyes are locked on the German, who obviously isn't as comfortable with people as Ada is. The tall brunette throws a nervous but calm look at the assembly, before taking a deep breath.

When her eyes fall on Julie, her eyes lighten. As the two girls are exchanging a rather long look, their teammates are staring at them, confused. Kelley even rely on Kling to watch Julie, who has her mouth wide open.

As the silence becomes pretty insisting, Ada awkwardly coughs, which makes the assembly laugh once again. Without her eyes leaving Julie, the German says :

"I'm Maro, nice to meet y'all."

Once Julie is avoiding her gaze, the midfielder awkwardly steps to the side. She obviously hates being the center of attention. Kelley exchanges a look with Becky, who seems as confused about the looks between her pupil and the newcomer. There is no doubt they know each other, Becky thinks to herself.

Ash, who is sitting next to Allie, decides to break the awkwardness by saying :

"I like your tattoos dude"

The girls indeed realize she has her whole left arm tattooed, and the right one has some as well. The German smiles.

"Thanks, yours are pretty cool too."

After Jill ask the two newcomers to sit down, and that both Ada and Maro have found space in a couch, the head coach looks at her team.

"Now that we are all here, I wanted to talk to you about the games we have coming up next week." she says, looking around her. Of course Becky, Abby, Tobin and Ash are disappointed and jealous because they can't play them, but their eyes express nothing but confidence. Jill looks at her assistant coach, before saying : "Dawn and I talked about what would be the most effective way of doing things, and we came up with a busy schedule to get y'all ready for the hard week ahead. Dawn ?"

The blonde advances, a big smile on her face.

"We will train every day early in the morning and then in the end of the afternoon, except for Wednesday, where we only will have the morning session. As far as the rest of the day is concerned, you are free to do whatever you want, but..."

"Obviously there always is a but" Kristie sarcastically says, rolling her eyes.

"... But you will be forced to spend it with someone from the team. To create the pairings, I prepared a box with your names written on a piece of paper. The first 9 girls from the right here will start picking papers up. Kristie, you're first."

The blonde rolls her eyes, before putting her hand on the box Dawn is handing to her. Once she gets a paper out of it, she unfolds it, before smirking.

"Gibby."

The younger girl rolls her eyes, before realizing that Kristie is quite satisfied with the pick.

This is not going to be fun, Gibby thinks to herself, especially after remembering that Wednesday is only two days away. Right after Dawn and Jill send them on the pitch, Gibby purposely waits to be the last person on the locker room, tying her cleats. When she sees Kristie coming back, she immediately grins. This past month, right before the disastrous game in Stanford soil, the two girls have been playing cat and mouse, especially with the cold glares and goofy faces. Not that they've become friends, because either Kristie or Gibby are not the kind to do so, but they're reached out a common agreement to get along.

When the blonde throws some sort of newspaper in Gibby's face, the defender groans, before taking a look at the paper. Her face then tenses up.

"There's no way I am going to a museum with you" she harshly says.

Kristie bursts into laughter. "Oh, honey, we are stucked together all Wednesday long, so you better deal with it. We are going to the museum."

"But..."

The blonde is already gone, smirking. Once Gibby takes the newspaper in hands, she realizes there is an entry pass, with a phone number written in it. Only Mewis, Gibby thinks to herself, before putting the ticket in her bag.

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