The backcourt was empty, as it always was around this time. All that could be heard was the wind blowing through the trees and the distant cheering of fans from the other courts. The sky was filled with grey clouds, Squib was sure they'd burst in any seconds. He dragged his guitar case onto the bleachers, opening it with a flick of a finger. He heaved a sigh as he removed the tennis racket from inside, it looked different to him for some reason. Maybe it was because in the last weeks he hadn't even touched it or maybe it was because he was losing his mind over Cody.

He wished so hard that he could just stop caring, stop worrying about Cody, about her future. It was so much easier when he was the shut-down-jerk, he didn't have to deal with all these emotions. And he hated how all his friends kept asking him if he was okay, did he look even remotely okay?

Slowly he removed a ball from his belt and watched as it bounced up and down off of the floor. With a swift, quick swing from his racket the ball shot to the wall and rebounded back to his direction. As Squib was about to hit it a second time he felt a pitter-patter of rain fall lightly onto his shoulders. Great, just great, he complained to himself when the light rain grew into a downpour.

He hauled the tennis racket back into its case, not wanting to get himself more wet then he already was. His blonde hair was sticking to the sides of his face and his shirt clinging tightly to him. Squib grabbed the handle of the case and headed back towards his dorm.

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"You have guitar lessons outside?" Cameron laughed as Squib entered the room, drenched.

"No. I just happened to be travelling when it was raining." Squib sneered. He threw the case onto his bed and made his way to the bathroom to change into some dry clothes. Cameron watched as the bathroom door closed and then turned his gaze to the guitar case laying innocently on the bed. Quietly he crept to it and opened it, knowing fully well that there was no guitar inside it. And as the lid was lifted he grabbed the racket, examining the initials.

"Hey Squib, who's R.F.?"

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Adena, Tannis and Megan darted across the campus to Cody's house, hoping she hadn't already left. As they reached her doorsteps Cody came running out with suitcases in hand.

"Oh hi guys, I have to go, bus leaves in half an hour." She said, her words partly slurred.

"Wait, Cody! You can't just leave like this." Adena cried, grabbing the redhead's wrist.

"Look, I'm doing what's best for us" Cody frowned, patting her stomach gently "Don't worry I'll come back and visit."

"No, look. I already talked to Gunnerson and Bates, they said I can pull out of the Hamstead to take care of you."

"Adena, the Hamstead is like the most important tournament in the world."

"I know, but every child needs an Auntie Adena." Adena grinned flipping her curly hair to the side.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Positive."

"So does this mean you'll stay!" Megan exclaimed

"I guess so." Cody shrugged, a small smile creeping up on her face and the four girls joined into a group hug.

"Wait, that means there's a space available in the tournament." Tannis said slyly as she slowly pulled away from the hug.

"Oh yeah, about that, Gunns said he was setting up a match between you and Megan, the winner goes to Hamstead." Adena informed them and Megan took a step back.