Top Score
After Practice
“You never fucking pass to me, Grace!” Emma yelled angrily, slamming her locker door.
“Because I’m sick of you always scoring!” Grace spat, grabbing her partner and throwing her into the wall. Emma winced.
“No need to be a jealous bitch about it! I let you score at home…”
Grace’s chest heaved with anger.
“This isn’t about sex, Emma.” She growled, pausing after every word. “This is about soccer.”
“I thought you would be happy that I’m the top scorer!”
Grace huffed, sat down, her head in her hands.
“But what if you make the national team and leave me?”
“Because I’m sick of you always scoring!” Grace spat, grabbing her partner and throwing her into the wall. Emma winced.
“No need to be a jealous bitch about it! I let you score at home…”
Grace’s chest heaved with anger.
“This isn’t about sex, Emma.” She growled, pausing after every word. “This is about soccer.”
“I thought you would be happy that I’m the top scorer!”
Grace huffed, sat down, her head in her hands.
“But what if you make the national team and leave me?”