Becky wished her school day went by a little bit slower, but "lucky" for her it went by as fast as lightning. She dreaded having to go to practice and tell her coach that she was not going to start the game on Saturday. Becky decided she should just give into Renee's demands and live to see another day with her secret still intact. Becky tried to get a hold of Finn on Sunday night, but he was passed out from either too much beer or too much sex. Either way he wasn't going to be any help to her.

Becky slowly made her way back to her dorm room, trying to think of the way she was going to tell her coach. Becky opened her door, immediately finding Sasha sitting on the couch. Sasha looked up from her phone and waved at Becky. Becky returned her gesture with a half enthused smile. Becky dropped her keys on the counter near Sasha's. The biggest thing Becky dreaded about this whole thing, aside from losing her hard earned starting spot, was how her roommate was going to respond. Sasha was obviously homophobic and wasn't shy about using slurs around other people. Even after promising to stop, Sasha still let a few slip every now and again. Becky tapped the linoleum counter top with her fingers, realizing her stomach was doing somersaults the more she thought about practice. Becky kept wondering how in the hell Renee even found out about her secret in the first place. The only person who knew, besides Finn, was Dean and he promised he never spoke a word about it to anyone. Maybe Finn got drunk and accidentally let it slip. Becky shook her head, even an intoxicated Finn wouldn't let out a secret that big when he had been drinking.

"Becky?"

Becky spun on her heels to face Sasha, who was still seated on the couch. "Yeah, lass?"

"Is everything ok? You seem stressed out."

Becky swallowed hard. Maybe she could do Renee a favor and just tell Sasha herself that she was a lesbian. But the idea of Sasha getting pissed and storming out, moving, or never speaking to her again kept creeping back into her mind.

Becky shrugged. "Yeah, but it's because of the game this Saturday."

Sasha hopped to her feet. "Oh, that reminds me." Sasha disappeared into her room.

Becky sighed. She was at a cross roads here: Start Saturday and risk the chance of her secret getting out, or give up her spot, lose her pride, and keep her secret safe. Becky groaned in frustration. This was total bullshit. Renee had no right hanging this above Becky's head like the way she was. It wasn't something to be ashamed of, but in today's world, she might as well have had killed someone.

Sasha reappeared into the living room. Much to Becky's surprise, Sasha was wearing a crimson soccer jersey with the number 11 in gold.

"What's that, lass?" Becky asked, sort of already knowing the answer.

Sasha smiled brightly. "I bought it this morning in the quad. It was the only one for sale, so I knew I had to get it." Sasha spun around; On her back, the name "Lynch" as well as another "11" was colored in gold. Becky nearly started crying; She had absolutely no idea that the school had started selling the jerseys already. "What do you think?" Sasha asked.

Becky chuckled, wiping tears from her eyes. "It looks perfect on you."

Sasha spun back around to face Becky. "You think so? I thought it looked great, too."

Becky nodded her head in agreement. "Crimson suits you. And you look sexy with my name on your back."

Sasha laughed like Becky was joking, but Becky was serious. Something about seeing Sasha in her jersey made Becky feel great. Like they had just finished an intimate moment and Sasha decided to wear Becky's shirt afterwards. Becky smirked, scanning her eyes over the jersey on her roommate. Becky knew the answer she was looking for. Seeing Sasha in that jersey made it very clear what her choice was.

"I gotta get goin', Sash," Becky picked her keys back up. "I'll be home before supper."

"Ok, good, cause I went and bought some fettuccine and precooked shrimp and I want to make shrimp scampi tonight." Sasha skipped closer to Becky and threw her arms around her. Becky rested her head on Sasha's shoulder, inhaling her scent in. "Have fun at practice." Sasha let Becky go.

Becky nodded her head and headed for the door.

Former men's soccer team captain and mvp, Dolp Ziggler, now coached the girl's soccer team after a career ending injury during his senior year ensured he was done as a player. At just 24, Dolph was the youngest coach at SU. Being admired by his players, and having led the team to two national championships, proved that he was going to be around for a long time.

Becky jogged onto the practice field with the other players. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Renee watching her every move. Becky understood why she was, but it didn't mean she was angry because of it.

The players stood in a circle, near the sideline, around Coach Dolph. Dolph was writing something down in a notebook, which he usually kept his formations and notes about the players. Becky took this time to look directly at Renee; Renee had a small smirk on her face and an aura of pride she didn't deserve.

Becky took a deep breath. "Coach?"

Dolph raised an index finger. "One moment, Lynch."

"It's very important."

"Does it involve the team?"

Becky looked at her teammates now looking at her in question. "Yes, it does."

Dolph closed his notebook and tucked it under his arm. "Ok, what do you need to tell us?"

Becky shot Renee another glance; From what Becky could tell, it seemed like Renee was on the verge of bursting into a fit of laughter. It boiled Becky's blood that she was even considering letting this blonde bitch winning. The image of Sasha in her jersey suddenly reappeared into her head. Becky nodded her head, remembering what she had planned to do.

"I need to tell the team something." Becky cleared her throat and faced her team. "Hi, guys. So there's something I feel I should tell you." Becky's heart started beating in her ears, sending blood rushing to her face. "I got starting line-up for Saturday, and I want to thank Coach for that."

"It was an obvious decision in my opinion." Dolph replied. Becky chuckled when she heard Renee audibly growl in anger.

"And I just want to say I will bust my ass every game until we win every single game." Becky shot Renee a dirty look, subliminally telling her to suck it.

Dolph smirked and nodded his head. "That's the spirit I want from all of my players. Is that what you wanted to tell us?"

Becky shook her head. "No, it's actually something a little personal."

"Did you get knocked up?" Carmella, one of Becky's teammates, asked sarcastically.

Becky chuckled nervously. "No, God, no it's not that." Becky nervously bit her lip. The eyes of her teammates as well as her coach was making her a little nervous, but Sasha had given her a boost of confidence. "So," Becky shrugged her shoulders and threw her hands in the air. "Fuck it. I am not like you guys, and quite frankly, I don't give a shit."

"That's an extra gasser after practice, but I like your attitude." Dolph said.

Becky chuckled. "Guys... Ol' Becky Lynch is a lesbian." As soon as Becky said it, all the air from her lungs immediately left. She went into her big reveal with all the confidence in the world, but it did a complete 180 after she spoke.

"Yo..." Liv, another teammate of Becky's, muttered quietly.

Becky glanced at Renee; She had an expression of pure disbelief on her face. Her plan had backfired greatly, and Becky couldn't help but laugh to herself at Renee's disdain.

"Well," Dolph started. "I'm sure that was very tough for you. I can't imagine what kind of courage you needed to share that with us."

Becky chuckled nervously. "You have no idea, coach."

"I guess you can't get knocked up, huh?" Carmella asked.

Becky, as well as a few others, laughed. "No, Mella, sorry."

"Don't feel sorry, Becky. We're proud of you for telling us," Carmella turned to the other players. "Right, guys?"

The other teammates, except Renee, agreed with Carmella. Naomi, another teammate, walked up to Becky and hugged her. A few other players joined in for a group hug. "You guys," Becky whimpered through some tears. "I was not expecting this."

"We typically don't judge people around here for stuff like that." Dolph reached through the group hug and patted Becky on the shoulder. "I'll give you one more moment then we have to get started.

The group dispersed and jogged onto the field for warm ups. Becky stayed back for a moment, still trying to get her bearings back.

"You think you're real fucking clever don't you?" Renee was seething with anger from what Becky could see.

Somewhat sadistically, Becky found joy in Renee's anger. "Aww, did someone's plan backfire?"

"You fucking dykes think you're all hot shit because you get special treatment wherever you go," Renee shook her head and sneered at Becky. "You make me sick to my stomach."

"Well it's a good thing you're not starting then, right?" Becky winked at Renee, making her curse out loud, then joined her teammates on the field.

Roman was having a good time tonight. Practice on Tuesday nights were quick and barely lasted two hours; It was mostly walk throughs and a few refreshers, which both disappointed and made him happy all at once. Currently, he and Charlotte were curled up on her couch with some chick flick playing on the tv. He and Charlotte had a date the night before at Spicolli's, as well as "dessert" back at Charlotte's dorm. Roman wasn't sure if this meant they were now a couple, but he didn't mind just being a casual thing with the blonde bombshell he met a few weeks prior.

Roman was in and out of slumber throughout, but Charlotte had her eyes glued to the movie. Chick flicks weren't Roman's thing, but it was Charlotte's and he needed to make her happy. At some point near the end of the movie, Roman's eyes closed again. This time, they stayed shut. It must've been a few hours later when Roman finally snapped awake. Roman glanced around the room, realizing Charlotte was no longer in the living room. Roman staggered to his feet, still groggy from slumber, and shuffled towards the bedroom. Sound asleep on her bed was the aforementioned blonde bombshell. Grinning to himself, Roman began shutting the door.

"Aren't you going to join me?" Charlotte asked, making Roman jump slightly.

Roman chuckled and moved closer into the room. Charlotte rolled over and moved the blankets away from her so Roman could join her underneath them. Roman lowered himself onto the bed and threw the blankets over his massive frame. Charlotte faced away from Roman. Roman, taking her hint, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. She was awesome, Roman thought as the blonde bombshell seemed to melt against his frame. It was nice getting to be involved with another girl after his relationship with Summer ended on such a sour note. Roman met Charlotte by happenstance and he knew he was extremely lucky that she even looked in his direction and considered wasting her time with him; Whether it was in fancy clothes at a restaurant or t-shirts and gym shorts like they were now.

Roman pulled Charlotte tighter against his chest, really taking her all in. Charlotte sighed happily, feeling like she was super lucky to be with Roman for the short time she had. Usually she met the sons of her dad's friends and he'd act like she was legally required to go out with all of them at least once. Charlotte quickly grew bored of the same old baloney she was being exposed to. She wanted a real relationship with someone that liked her for her and not because her dad was Ric Flair.

Roman felt Charlotte tense up in his arms. "You ok?" He asked, being taken by surprise at her body language.

Charlotte rolled over to face Roman. "You want a bj?" She asked, deciding not to tell him all the lovey dovey nonsense she knew guys didn't like. She laughed, however, when Roman's face lit up like a Christmas tree and he eagerly nodded his head like he was a kid in a toy store and his mom had told him to pick out a toy he liked. "Ok, just lie and your back and relax." She whispered in his ear, laughing quietly again when she felt his member already poking her in the stomach through his shorts.

Becky arrived back at her dorm room after practice. Aside from having to do extra conditioning for swearing in front of the coach, it felt like the best practice ever. Becky dreaded the idea of her teammates turning on her, but they had done the complete opposite. Aside from Renee, obviously. Her teammates had acted like nothing was different. After practice, a teammate of Becky's named Peyton Royce, introduced her to her long time girlfriend, Billie Kay, and told her how much she adored her courage and hoped to one day have the same strength she did. It wasn't until Becky was in the showers with the rest of the team did she notice that Renee was not there. Becky asked around, but everyone else had no idea either.

Becky dropped her keys on the counter like she always did. Instead of finding Sasha on the couch, she found her in the kitchen cooking the shrimp scampi like she promised. Becky slipped behind Sasha, looking over her shoulder at the frying pan full of shrimp and pot full of pasta.

"How is everything, Sash?" She asked, mouth watering at the sight of the display of food.

"It's almost done," Sasha scooped up some shrimp with a wooden spoon and held it towards Becky. "Try some."

Becky happily accepted the shrimp with a hungry bite. "Ooh, hot," Becky dramatically waved her hand in front of her mouth. "Oh, that's really good."

Sasha smiled. "Good, it's a recipe my nana used to make when I was little. I loved it when she made it."

Becky nodded her head. "Your nana is a genius."

Sasha nodded here head in agreement. "She really was." She set the wooden spoon down and faced Becky. "How was practice?"

Becky told Sasha all about practice, carefully leaving out the parts about her coming out and Peyton and Billie. After Becky was done, Sasha turned back to the stove and gave the pasta a quick stir. Sasha's phone vibrated in her pocket. Becky set her phone on the counter and plugged it into her charger.

"Who's Renee Young?" Sasha asked, making Becky nearly drop her phone.

"She's on my team,'' Becky nervously glanced at Sasha. "She's a bit of a bitch. Why?"

"She sent me a link to some Facebook posts from like two years ago."

No fucking way.

"Oh, it's to your page."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Becky quickly rounded the counter, hoping to slap Sasha's phone into the boiling pot of water before she could see the posts.

"What the?"

Oh, fucking shite. Becky stopped dead in her tracks directly behind Sasha. Peaking over her shoulder, she could see all the old posts from her former classmates. Becky's breathing stopped completely, unable to function correctly. Becky's heart nearly stopped when Sasha began turning around to face her.

If looks could kill, Becky would probably be in big trouble right about now.

"Anything you wanna tell me," Sasha glanced at her phone. ""Becky the Beav Muncher?""

Becky swallowed hard, hoping to get the taste back in her mouth. The look on Sasha's face kept shifting from confusion, to anger, back to confusion, then to an odd mix of the two.

"I-I don't know what to tell you, Sasha," Becky's eyes started to well up with tears. "I don't know what to tell anyone."

"You don't get mad when I say fag and dyke because it's hurtful to people back home," Becky's chest tightened in both anger and sadness when Sasha spewed those words again like it was nothing. "You hate it because it's hurtful towards you."

Becky kept her lips sealed, trying to keep the tears and cries of pain sealed, and nodded her head slowly.

Sasha glanced at her phone, shook her head in disbelief, then tossed it onto the counter. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not that simple, lass." Becky drew in a shaky breath, letting the tears fall from her eyes.

"But it's easy to tell your team?" Sasha shook her head when Becky looked away. "Renee mentioned that, by the way."

"They don't mean to me as much as you do."

Sasha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Becky took another deep breath. "I'm gay, Sasha, and," She gazed into the eyes of her roommate once again, wishing she had the ability to read minds. "I'm in love with you."

Sasha's face suddenly lost all expression. Becky watched carefully while her roommate just stared back at her. Neither girl moved for what seemed like ages, until the stench of burning seafood filled the air. Sasha turned back towards the stove, shut both burners off, and pulled the shrimp off of the stove. Becky waited while Sasha cursed under her breath and continued preparing dinner. Nervous and erratic were Sasha's mannerisms, like she was fighting back the urge to say something. Sasha mixed the half burnt shrimp, pasta, and sauce all together in the large pot. Becky knew she was doing this while she was still trying to think of a response. Sasha prepared a large bowl for herself, then started for her bedroom.

"Sash, wa-" Before Becky could finish, Sasha slammed her bedroom door shut.

Becky followed Sasha's example and fled for her own bedroom, slamming the door shut in the process and diving head first onto her bed.

It must've been a little before midnight: Becky was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. She was too occupied in her own misery to notice her door open or the purple haired beauty slip into the darkened room. Becky gasped in surprise when Sasha rolled onto the bed next to her. At first, Sasha didn't say anything and simply laid with her hand resting on Becky's chest. What she did next spoke volumes: Sasha tilted her head towards Becky's and gave her a sweet and gentle kiss on the lips. Becky immediately felt her lower abdomen swell with excitement and butterflies. Sasha slid her hand from Becky's chest to her cheekbone, all while still keeping her lips locked with her. Sasha broke the kiss but for only a moment. She swung one leg over Becky and straddled her lap. Becky, still awestruck by the turn of events, watched as her roomie slid her shirt over her head and dropped it off the side of the bed.

"Change your mind, did you?" Becky asked quietly.

Sasha smiled gently. She moved her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra and dropping it next to her shirt. Becky, just after surviving another heart attack, placed her hands over the breasts of her roommate. Sasha smiled and dropped closer to Becky again, kissing her a bit more aggressive this time. Becky closed her eyes in pleasure, but they quickly shot back open when she felt Sasha begin to unbutton her jeans.

"Sasha-"

"I want to." Sasha finished the question Becky hadn't even asked. Sasha gently gripped the waistband of Becky's pants and pulled them off her shaky legs.

Becky watched her expression show off a bit of distress. "What's wrong, Sasha?"

Sasha looked at Becky in horror. "How do I...? Ya know."

Becky couldn't help but chuckle a little at Sasha's unsureness. "Just do it how you would want me to do it to you."

Sasha nodded her head slowly, still showing a nervous expression, but took Becky's advice to heart. Becky's back arched at the sensation she suddenly felt when Sasha decided to begin. It was everything she imagined and more. Becky's eyes struggled to stay open as the pleasure surged through her veins. She raked her fingers through Sasha's hair, hopefully telling her how much she loved what she was doing. Becky felt her peak reach a lot faster than she anticipated, but decided not to fight it. Becky released a cry of pure ecstasy as her body started to shake and spasm. Sasha lifted her head up, eyeing Becky nervously, unsure on how her performance was.

"Did I do ok?" Sasha asked.

Becky pulled Sasha by her wrist, crushing her lips against hers when she was close enough. Sasha's eyes shot open at the sudden feeling of Becky's hand being shoved into her denim bottoms. Sasha didn't fully understand what this meant for her, but she didn't really care at this point. Still lip locked with Becky, Sasha felt her peak arrive a lot faster than she expected.

"Ah, Becky, fuck." Sasha whispered as her own body began to spasm.

Collapsing next to her roommate, Sasha kept her eyes closed when she felt Becky wrap her in the over sized quilt she kept on her bed. Becky held Sasha close to her chest, both girls still breathing heavily from their experience.

"Good night, Becks." Sasha whispered.

Becky kissed her roommate on the back of her neck. "Good night, Sash."