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"Okay, c'mon, let's focus," Liam said, staring at Tara. He couldn't even look me in the eye. Fucking coward.
"Did you want to show me that drill?" he asked Tara, but before she turned around, she flashed me a smug grin and flipped her ponytail over her shoulder.
"Sure thing, Coach Wilder."
At that point I pretty much blacked out for the remainder of practice. I pushed myself beyond what felt good because I wanted to work out all my annoyance and anger.
Coach Davis joked about me being an over-achiever at the end of practice, but I couldn't even muster a smile.
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"Finally, you answer!" my mom said as I fell back on my bed. I'd had lunch and showered after practice, but now my muscles were starting to ache and an afternoon nap was calling my name.
"I know, I'm sorry. I've been busy lately.
I just got back from practice and I'm exhausted."
I held the phone between my ear and shoulder as I pulled the covers up to my chin.
"Ah, I won't keep you long. I wanted to talk to you because there have been quite a few companies calling us lately with endorsement deals for you. I know you can’t take them up on their offers while you’re playing for the NCAA, but there's Adidas and Nike, as well as a few other big ones."
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That was the last thing I was thinking about at the moment, but she was right. I had to consider my career beyond college at some point. After all, if I made the Olympic team college would be put on hold.
"Would you mind just saving them for now?"
"Sounds good.”
After we hung up I rolled over and plugged my phone into charge. Then I grabbed my calendar off my nightstand and flipped through the worn pages. Last time I checked there was exactly ten months until the Olympics tryouts. Now there was nine months, two weeks, and one day.
I threw off my blanket, ran down the hall, and barged into Becca's room.
"C'mon, let's go," I demanded.
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She was sitting at her desk, scrolling through Facebook. "What? Where? We just got home."
"Let's do some strength training. We didn't do much of that at practice today."
Becca groaned, but stood up and closed her laptop. "You're a freaking drill sergeant."
"Don't you want to stand a chance at tryouts?"
"Yes, but I also really want to not move for the rest of the day," Becca laughed.
"Rest is for the dead, Becca!"
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professional team in the country, and then they selected the top players and invited them to tryout. My goal for now was to play the best soccer I could at ULA and hope to get that invitation in nine months.
It was the perfect distraction from the thoughts about Liam trying to weasel their way into my consciousness.
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"He completely ignored you at practice yesterday?" Becca asked.
"Not even a peep in my direction. I think he’s done with me," I answered as Becca and I headed to my car Tuesday morning.
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should make it impossible for him to ignore you."
"How? Attacking him at practice?" I laughed.
"No. More subtle than that." She squinted in thought. "It'll be hot today... I think practicing in your sports bra would be completely acceptable."
I grunted. "Oh, yeah, really subtle.
Maybe you should have given me that advice before I put on a neon pink sports bra this morning."
Becca cheered, practically hopping off her seat. "That's even better! I'll do it too so he doesn't think you're doing it on purpose."
"Whatever. Let's see how the practice goes first."
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Becca groaned. "Fine, but all I'm saying is that if you want him to stop ignoring you, you should make it harder for him."
"That just feels so... calculated. Not to mention I shouldn't be concentrating on him during practice."
"There's not a girl on that field that isn't concentrating on him during practice. You've been kicking ass lately, so you deserve a little fun. A little Liam-filled fun. You deserve to fill your fun bits with Liam."
I laughed and put the car in park, trying to prepare myself for seeing him in a few minutes.
"Operation Brandi Chastain has officially begun," Becca declared.
"Why her?"
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"Remember when she scored the goal in that shoot-out for the World Cup title and she ran across the field and ripped her shirt off?"
"So... you want me to rip my shirt off?"
"That'd be awesome, but I think people would assume you were on drugs. Better just take it off like a normal person."
The first hour of practice went as usual.
We didn't split up into positions, which was unfortunate for two reasons: 1. Liam could ignore me much easier when we were in a big group, and 2. Becca was in my ear telling me to take my shirt off every five minutes. She really was a bad influence. I should reevalu-ate my friendships.
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"Okay, seriously. It's hot as hell and even if we weren't doing Operation B.C. I'd want to take my shirt off," Becca said.
We were taking a five minute water break and it was the perfect time to get rid of our shirts if we were actually going through with the plan.
"You can't abbreviate the operation to B.C. or I'll just think of Spartacus the whole time."
Becca cracked up and I chanced a glance toward Liam. He was standing off to the side, chatting with Tara and Coach Davis. He hadn't looked in my direction once that morning and I was getting tired of it. One glance from him and I would have forfeited the dumb “operation”, but I was sick of being ignored. Not to mention he looked even 258/890
sexier than usual with his light grey t-shirt and workout shorts. His legs were toned and I wanted to throw myself at him every time my eyes lingered to where he was standing.
"Ugh, fine. Take your freaking top off," I whispered, tossing down my water bottle and reaching for the bottom of my shirt. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and it was hotter than usual. No one could blame me for wanting to rid myself of extra layers... right?
I laid my shirt on top of my soccer bag and straightened back up.
Becca giggled wildly and I hissed for her to be quiet. She'd ruin the plan for sure.
"He's watching you and scowling."
"Scowling?" I groaned. What was with him and scowling? It was his default expression whenever he was around me.
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"Yeah, full on angry scowl. God, he's so hot. I'm not sure if this plan will work, but at least he's looking at you."
"Cute sports bra, Kinsley," Emily said, coming up to us. I hid my mouth behind my hand, trying to cover up my laugh with a cough.
"Thanks Emily," I finally mustered.
Telling Emily about Operation B.C. was completely out of the question. She had a much better moral compass than Becca and I, and I'm sure she wouldn't have agreed with our logic.
Coach Davis blew her whistle, drawing our attention over to where she was standing with Liam and Tara. "Okay, girls! Let's line up on the sidelines and we'll form teams for a short scrimmage."
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Liam was still scowling and now Tara was joining him. Oh good, I was pissing everyone off. Yippee.
We hurried to line up and I ended up at the end of the sideline with my hands on my hips, waiting for Coach Davis to call my name for a team.