What's the goal?

Chapter 1

I raced around the goal, swinging my neon yellow lacrosse stick. Macy, the goalie, watches me as I swing around before switching hands then shooting. Macy tries to block it, but the ball soars past her blind spot and into the goal.

Macy tears off her helmet "Screw you, Emily." she grins.

I pull off my eye guard, sticking my mouth guard through the strap of her sports bra "I know right, but great practice."

Macy nods "Yeah, but I would still talk to Coach Shay about finding blind spots because you know me too well and that's why you kept scoring."

"Hmm…. True, hey wanna go see if she's at the field?" I asked rubbing the sweat off my forehead with my arm.

"You bet!" Macy grins "and….. the boys' lacrosse team is having practice."

I slap her arm, grinning "Come on; let's go to the locker room and change."

We jog over to the locker room and change into Nike shorts and t- shirts. We run over to the field and see Shay out on the field with the boys' lacrosse coach yelling at each other. We know they hate each other, Shay talks about it all the time. So Macy and I stand, leaning against the front railing of the bleachers and I pull out my phone from the waistband of my shorts. I go through my messages until I see Shay's number.

Macy looks at my phone with disbelief "Shay gave you her number?" she asks.

"Shay is crazy and weird, really is that out of the ordinary?" I retort sharply.

I text her: Hey Shay we need to talk to you we're in the bleachers

We see her pull out her phone; she reads her text then looks up at us and waves uncontrollably then motions for us to come down.

We run down the stairs of the bleachers and unlatch the gate leading into the field. Pumping out legs as fast as we can we arrive to Shay, who looks livid at the boys' lacrosse coach, Coach Perry.

"This is our varsity tournament; you can't use the field for conditioning! We have to practice!" she shouts.

Coach Perry's face turns red with rage "This isn't some stupid sport no one cares about, Lay!" he yells back.

"God! My name is Shay! Also you coach the boys' lacrosse team so now you're just being sexist!" she says trying to calm down now that we're here.

Macy and I back up a bit, giving Shay and Coach Perry some breathing room.

Then arms wrap around my waist and I look up only to see a water barrel tip over above my head.

"Emily!" I hear Macy screech.

Water that's all I can remember. Even though I thrash around wildly I can't escape the down pour. I'm drowning, I'm going to die! I thought trying desperately to breath, but with the water and the arms choking my chest. Arms choking my chest? I turn my head to see a familiar face.

My ex-boyfriend Michael DeHall.