Carmen and Lena,
Hey guys. Well here are the pants.
Hopefully you can show them a better time than I have. I'm miserable. You want to know why? Eric, remember Eric? My first love, my fist everything. He's our team's assistant manager. You'd think that'd be a good thing. But no, he had to go and get engaged. Engaged! I though he would still have feelings for me. That summer we spent together was so intense, I've never stopped loving him. I hate this….
A big fat teardrop fell onto the letter Bridget was writing, she quickly wiped it away and smudged the ink all over the paper, she screwed it up. Sighing, she began a new letter to her friends, which would accompany the travelling pants.
Dear Carmen and Lena.
Here are the pants.
Bee
She threw the note into the package with the jeans, and headed downstairs to the foyer to add the package to the daily mail collection.
'Bridget' She turned around as someone called her name. Laura. Bridget gave her a tight smile.
'Great game this morning, you're a fantastic player. Eric thinks the world of you' Laura gushed, taking Bridget's hands.
Bridget glanced down at her hands hanging limply in Laura's. The girls grip tightened, as she continued, her eyes taking on a malicious glint.
'But you should know, his admiration of you doesn't extend off the playing field, so I think it would be best if you just got over your pathetic little crush.' She paused, 'Do you know that my uncle is the foremost sponsor of this team?'
Bridget didn't know what to say. Was that a threat? She opened and closed her mouth three times. Before Eric appeared next to them.
'Hi girls' He said grinning 'What are you two talking about?' he asked with slight unease.
Bridget was still stunned.
'Oh I was just complimenting Bridget's game today' said Laura, slipping her hand into Eric's.
He nodded with enthusiasm, 'You're in great form Bee' he said.
Bridget just stared at them, anger building up inside her. What right did he have to act like nothing had ever happened between them, and how dare he tell Laura about their past. Bridget was sure she had concealed her true feelings well, there was no way Laura could have sensed her devastation over Eric being engaged- unless he had told her. They probably laughed about her 'crush' behind her back .
'Bee?' Eric repeated, when she didn't graciously thank him or Laura for their compliments.
'It's 'Bridget' she said coldly, turning her back to them and walking away.
Back in her room, Bridget lay on her bed, the events of the past week replaying in her mind.
The night Bridget first met Laura, she had somehow regained composure and congratulated both of them, heart breaking. Eric introduced Bridget to Laura as 'one of the kids from my small time coaching days'. Bridget felt like he was patronising her, but she had smiled and laughed as he told his 'Soccer Camp stories' to Laura. Of course, he didn't mention 'their' story. For the first time a thought crossed Bridget's mind, maybe it had meant nothing to him. No, she was sure they had something, a connection. It was still there, although faint.
Over the next few days Bee's head was anywhere but the field. Her team-mates praised her up, but Bridget knew she was capable of more. After each game there was a gathering of the team and it's supporters. Of course, Eric and Laura always attended. Hand in hand. Enough to make Bridget sick. What annoyed Bridget the most, was the fact that she couldn't hate Laura. Everyone loved her. She was gorgeous, intelligent, friendly, and good-natured or so Bridget had thought until moments ago.
She's insecure, Bridget realised. She thinks we still have something between us. BridgetknewLaura wouldn'thave said anything if she knew for sure there was no feeling on Eric's side. That slice of hope brought the first sincere smile to Bridget's facein seven days.