Back! Sorry it took so long! Here it is:
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As they took the field and started playing, there was only one thought in Bridget's head.
WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!! She didn't need this now. Not this year. Ever since that summer, she had tried to convince herself that it was only summer love; that she had never really loved Eric. She had actually believed that. UNTIL FIVE MINUTES AGO. She remembered all the feelings that she had for him, because they had all came rushing back the moment her eyes met his. Then Bridget did something that she had trained herself to do. She concentrated only on soccer.
"Bee, here."
She got the pass, and took it down the field a bit. She got caught up by a player, and passed. A few seconds later, the ball came back. It went this way before she got the perfect shot and scored.
They practiced for about an hour, with stops in the middle from the coach. Finally, Anderson dismissed them. Usually, Bridget would have found such a short practice annoying, but today Bridget couldn't have had it ended soon enough. The moment she was dismissed, she ran into the locker room and took a shower. She was tired. Focusing to the point of not knowing who was staring at her intensely was tiring. Finally, she got dressed, and left the complex. Outside, in the hallway, he stood waiting. She almost walked past him, before he called out her name. It was so soft, but to Bridget, it was like he had screamed it.
"Hello, Eric. Baja, Cali, wasn't it. You were, a counselor, weren't you?" She acted as if he were a common acquaintance, who she hadn't seen in years, and who she was trying to remember. He didn't by it for a second.
"Don't do this Bee."
"Don't do what?" She feigned ignorance.
"This. Trying to forget. It won't work."
"How the hell would you know that?" She was getting angry now.
"Because. I've been to hell and back too."
"Why? I have know idea what you're talking about."
"God! You think I haven't heard about you? Think I don't know?"
This was getting too personal too fast. Bridget didn't know if she could handle it; her head was spinning.
"Don't know what?"
"You're a wreck, Bee. Everyone knows it."
"Excuse me?"
"Think I don't know about your dad dying? About how hard you worked to get here. About how you push yourself so far, that they make you go for weekly check-ups? About your lack of love for life?"
"This is NONE of your business."
"Your bulimia? Anorexia? Your soccer sucks, bee. You're eating yourself up."
She smacked him. Her hand and his face. HE stepped back for a moment, before reacting. As she turned and walked away, he caught her wrist. Pulling her back to him, he kissed her. This was more passionate than their previous kisses. So different. It was like she needed him to survive. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. Soon she responded to the kiss, and they broke away when lack of air parted them. Then she realized what had just happened, and ran away.
"Bee!" she heard him call, but ignored him.
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As they took the field and started playing, there was only one thought in Bridget's head.
WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!! She didn't need this now. Not this year. Ever since that summer, she had tried to convince herself that it was only summer love; that she had never really loved Eric. She had actually believed that. UNTIL FIVE MINUTES AGO. She remembered all the feelings that she had for him, because they had all came rushing back the moment her eyes met his. Then Bridget did something that she had trained herself to do. She concentrated only on soccer.
"Bee, here."
She got the pass, and took it down the field a bit. She got caught up by a player, and passed. A few seconds later, the ball came back. It went this way before she got the perfect shot and scored.
They practiced for about an hour, with stops in the middle from the coach. Finally, Anderson dismissed them. Usually, Bridget would have found such a short practice annoying, but today Bridget couldn't have had it ended soon enough. The moment she was dismissed, she ran into the locker room and took a shower. She was tired. Focusing to the point of not knowing who was staring at her intensely was tiring. Finally, she got dressed, and left the complex. Outside, in the hallway, he stood waiting. She almost walked past him, before he called out her name. It was so soft, but to Bridget, it was like he had screamed it.
"Hello, Eric. Baja, Cali, wasn't it. You were, a counselor, weren't you?" She acted as if he were a common acquaintance, who she hadn't seen in years, and who she was trying to remember. He didn't by it for a second.
"Don't do this Bee."
"Don't do what?" She feigned ignorance.
"This. Trying to forget. It won't work."
"How the hell would you know that?" She was getting angry now.
"Because. I've been to hell and back too."
"Why? I have know idea what you're talking about."
"God! You think I haven't heard about you? Think I don't know?"
This was getting too personal too fast. Bridget didn't know if she could handle it; her head was spinning.
"Don't know what?"
"You're a wreck, Bee. Everyone knows it."
"Excuse me?"
"Think I don't know about your dad dying? About how hard you worked to get here. About how you push yourself so far, that they make you go for weekly check-ups? About your lack of love for life?"
"This is NONE of your business."
"Your bulimia? Anorexia? Your soccer sucks, bee. You're eating yourself up."
She smacked him. Her hand and his face. HE stepped back for a moment, before reacting. As she turned and walked away, he caught her wrist. Pulling her back to him, he kissed her. This was more passionate than their previous kisses. So different. It was like she needed him to survive. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. Soon she responded to the kiss, and they broke away when lack of air parted them. Then she realized what had just happened, and ran away.
"Bee!" she heard him call, but ignored him.