Every year there is a competition between freshmen from different colleges, to make sure they get the school's spirit. Alex is a freshman, Marissa is the sophomore in charged of training the girls soccer team.

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Chapter 10

Marissa had no idea what to do. She had just kissed a girl. Not just kissed, she had made out with a girl. And not any girl, THE GIRL. Marissa Cooper had just made out with Alex Kelly.

And the brunette had no idea what she was going to do.

She was Marissa Cooper. Popular, friend-full Marissa Cooper. The same Marissa that had a boyfriend. But an especially straight Marissa Cooper.

But she hadn't always been like that. No, until her freshman college year, Marissa had been nothing. She hadn't been one of the cool kids, or one of the geeks. Until college, Marissa had been nothing.

Before, it was like the brunette had never existed. Marissa didn't have any friends, the closest she got to it was her sister, and even then they could barely stand to be in the same room.

But it had all changed at her first day at Harvard, then she had met Summer and the feisty brunette had introduced her to everyone, including Marissa's boyfriend Ryan.

Ryan. He was her knight in shining armor. He changed her life. On account of him, people wanted to talk to Marissa, be her friend, they looked up to her, and that was something she wasn't willing to give up.

No, she had to keep up with the status quo. And that was her decision when she ended her run/walk.

That was still her decision when she saw Seth, Ryan and Alex getting out of the car, and entering a gym, with Ryan trailing behind as he too had seen her.

That was a little weird seeing that among the three, she was dating one and making out with another. Not making, made. Past tense.

Marissa had reached a decision and she was sticking to it. To prove it, she caught up with her trailing boyfriend and hugged him from behind.

"Alex! Hey, how are you feeling this morning?"

"Karen, hi. I'm better, I think. Thanks."

"You think?"

"Yeah, it still stings like hell, but not like yesterday."

"Can I see it?"

"Hum… Okay, I guess." The blonde answered as she lift her blouse a little so Karen could see her belly and more so she could see her back.

"There are some nasty bruises here, and some spots are turning black. You should have kept the ice longer."

"That would be hard seeing as I didn't put any" The blonde said trying to lighten the mood but Karen was having none of that.

"Why not?"

"Guess it just slipped my mind."

"What about bandages?"

"What about them?"

"Where are them? Did you even put any?"

"Not really, yesterday was kinda a long day."

"I know, but someone should have done it for you. Hum, I have to go; I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Marissa!"

"Karen, hey."

"Hi" The girl said trying to keep calm. "I thought you were supposed to take care of Alex last night."

"I was. I did." Marissa had a sinking feeling she was not going to like the end of this conversation.

"Really? Then why didn't you put any ice on her belly last night? Now it's all purple. And why aren't any of her wounds dressed?" Then Marissa realized she definitely wasn't going to like the end of this conversation.

"I may have forgotten"

"How? It was a simple thing, clean the wound and then protect it."

"I guess she got a little distracted." Jodie said, putting in her tone all the reasons she thought Alex had distracted Marissa.

Jodie had seen Karen walk threatenly towards Marissa and decided she had to hear what the two were talking about.

Ignoring Jodie's comment, Karen continued.

"Actually I don't care. Just get it done. Right now, find Alex and dress her wounds. Got it?"

"Yeah, sure." But the girl hadn't waited for Marissa's answer and had already walked away.

"Jodie?" Marissa called before the Latino girl had a chance of slipping away.

"Yes?"

"How did you know what happened in the bathroom?"

"Hum?"

"Did Alex tell you or did you see us, you know, at it?" Marissa really didn't want to talk about it, but if there was a chance that it had gotten out, the brunette had to be prepared. To deny it, of course.

"Actually, I was just teasing you, but thanks for the update. I had no idea the two of you had gone that far." The other girl responded, smirking at Marissa before joining her friends.

After Marissa recovered from her conversation with Jodie Marissa set off to find Alex. The brunette had decided that there wasn't much she could do, seeing that begging the Latino not to tell her secret would just make the other girl do the exact opposite.

So, all there was left for Marissa to do was hope that Jodie would keep her mouth shut.

But Alex seemed to b avoiding the brunette, not that Marissa blamed her. She completely understood where she was coming from. But Karen had given Marissa a task, one she fully expected to be done. And Karen could be quite scaring when she wanted to be.

Half an hour later, Marissa found Alex trying to pass unnoticed by the brunette.

"Alex, wait a second."

"Marissa, hey. Sorry, can't stay. Have to be at the game."

"No, you don't. It's men's football, you can spare me a minute."

"Fine, what you want?"

You. "Karen asked me to dress your wounds"

"They are fine they way they are."

"No, they are not. I should have done it last night. Sorry."

"Seriously there-"

"No, Alex, it could get infected or something. Let's just go somewhere more private so I can do it and then you can go back to the game."

"Fine."

It was still early, so there were still some people in the bedroom, so they decided to do it in the bathroom. At least, there would only be girls.

"Okay, Alex, take off your shirt." And desperately Marissa wanted to say it with a whole new meaning.

Turning her back to the brunette, Alex did as she was told and Marissa gasped. She should have really put some ice on the blonde's back, and if that was any clue, also on her front.

"It will probably sting a little."

"That's fine."

So Marissa did it, mechanically, trying not to let her eyes and hands wander through the blonde's body. Alex didn't even look at her, not even once, not even when it was on the blonde's face that Marissa was putting bandages.

When the brunette was done, the bathroom was already empty with the exception of the two girls, and Alex hurried out of the door.

"Alex." The brunette called, stopping the blonde's retreat.

"Yes?" Alex said without turning back.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't keep my promise last night" That gave Alex a little hope. Maybe she will say what I want her to. The blonde thought. "I'm not like that. I don't know what happened, I don't usually just kiss people like that. I have a boyfriend and I really don't swing that away. It will never happen again. And I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about it."

Alex's only response was a nod as she walked out of the door. The blonde couldn't trust herself to speak.

But what Marissa didn't see was what would have made her change her mind. A single tear running down Alex's cheek.

I know, i know. You all just wanna kill me. No, its not over. So, wait a while. It will get better.

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