Wow, time flies when life gets busy. I am so sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. Thank you to all who have read and/or reviewed this piece.

So, I am still a lowly college student and do not own anything that is remotely recognizable. Please don't be too angry with any spelling or grammar errors!

Reviews are always appreciated and the time frame will have caught up so it's no longer flashback-ish and will start just before the game, after Sam has made her big decision to run her own life finally.

If I was really being honest with myself I would say that I wasn't ok. But, after days of lying to everyone I was starting to confuse myself. I said that I was fine so many times I could almost believe it. I could chalk everything I was feeling to pre-game nerves and no one would ever know the difference.

If that's what it takes to let you sleep at night, my inner monologue kept telling me, that traitor. He, yes at this point I was separating that little voice in my head from everything else, he wouldn't let me forget that the only person that had understood and accepted that real me most likely hated me and it was all my fault.

But, the self deprication would have to wait. I had a team depending on me, Not YOU, the you that they think you are. Like I said, he was being very annoying with the whole truth and rational arguments thing.

"Chick at 3 O'Clock"

What the hell? Why are they yelling girl? What girl in their right mind would walk into a guy's locker room before a game?

Coming to a stop in front of me was my answer. Sam, my Cinderella, was standing there a mix of anger, embarrassment and for some reason pity.

Sam… I didn't know where to start but I had to try… Okay, I know that you think I'm just some… I never got to finish that sentence because Princetongirl came out in full force.

Coward Phony? Not going to lie that stung, how could she say that? She knew me! I had to fix this

Just listen… She interrupted me again, This wasn't going well… No, you listen. You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be someone else, it was me all along.
And it was me that was hurt in front of everybody.

She stopped for a breath but I knew she wasn't done. I looked at her and all I wanted to do was beg for forgiveness. All I wanted was my Princetongirl back. I didn't even care that my team was here to witness this. All I could see was her and how much I had hurt her. No, I didn't give Shelby the emails. No, I didn't plan the pep rally fiasco. But, I didn't stop it and I didn't stand up for her. And now she didn't need me to do that. She had found that strength on her own. And she wasn't done with me yet.
Look I didn't come here to yell at you, okay? She said with a sad look on her face, I came here to tell you that I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was but I'm not anymore. And the thing is, I don't care what people think of me because I believe in myself. And even though, I have no family, no job, and no money for college, it's you who I feel sorry for… That explains the pity and what does she mean no family or money? Crap something must have happened recently and I was burning to know exactly what that something was so I could help her. I wanted to be Nomad again. Not just that I wanted to be her Nomad again, her Prince charming, I wanted to be whatever she needed me to be.

Heads Up. Yo, 5 minutes!

Just a minute I'm coming! I waved them off too focused on the girl before me to really care. I could just feel that she was almost done and I was not going to like the parting blow one bit.

I know that the guy that sent those emails in somewhere down inside of you… She paused to carefully choose her words while giving me the tiniest sliver of hope… But I can't wait for him… hope gone… Because waiting for you, is like waiting for rain in this drought… Her fight was beginning to fade and the tears where barely being held back, as a writer I had to admit that this was good stuff, as the recipient of this girl's carefully chosen words it couldn't be worse… Useless and disappointing. Her words acted as the dagger she meant them to be. I was too stunned to do anything to stop her.

And then she turned on her heel and walked out. And I couldn't go after her. The team started to shout with excitement with the drama they had just witnessed and the rapidly approaching game.

How was I supposed to go out there and play my game when I just received the set down of a lifetime?

So I hope you enjoyed this. I'm a little undecided whether there will be only one more chapter or if I will go off script after the game and continue the story. Input from you would be a big help.

Sincerely, Whatsuppeeps.