Mia Thompson. She's a freshman at Duke University. Since her father's life makes her sorta famous... so she's had fake friends, media attention, but all she wants is some real friends and a good first year at college. Majoring in physical therapy ha...
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"Alright, girls. The game starts in ten minutes, so I want you all to be ready in five. Get some water, stretch a little, do what you need to. Sound good?" Coach Kevin asks us, and we all nod.
I get up to grab some water, and I hear Shay mutter to someone that she's coming too.
"Look," she nudges me and points to the stands. I look up, shocked to see him here.
"What the fuck," I mutter as I look up to see Nate sitting in the stands. I nudge her with my hand as I turn to face away from him. "What is he doing here?"
She shrugs, "Beats me. Nate has come to every game, though."
I reach the table and get a cup of water. "What? I've never seen him here before."
Tasha laughs from behind us. "Just because you don't see him. That doesn't mean that he disappeared."
"True," Shay nods, "I mean," she looks over at Tasha and laughs. "She has been avoiding him."
"I'm not!" I try to argue, but they don't even glance at me.
Tasha looks over at me with an unamused expression. "You have, Mi."
I blink a couple times and give her a look of pure confusion. "I have not," I throw my hands up.
"You've ignored him for almost two weeks now!" Shay confronts me.
I haven't been... avoiding him. "We haven't crossed paths," I shrug as I fold my hands over my chest.
"Mia!" Shay laughs, and Tasha joins in. "You literally saw him at that restaurant and ran away from him."
I huff and walk away, "It was hard to see him."
"What about the fact that you drive a different route to campus, so you can't cross paths."
"And the fact that you walk to a different entrance to go into the locker rooms," Tasha adds.
"Or the way that you text Luke to see if they're at the diner," Shay shrugs.
"Or at any restaurant, really," Sage adds as she walks past us. I groan, and she laughs, "It's so clear, Mia. Why can't you see that you do that?"
I throw my hands up, "I don't fucking know! I-I just can't see him. I have to do it, okay?"
"Nope," Shay shakes her head. "Mia," she points back at the stands, "What if Nate needs you right now, and you had no idea?"
I take a peek at him and see him sitting there watching me with a genuine smile. I give him a small smile and look away, "I still don't get why he's here. He doesn't even like soccer."
I look down at my shoes, and I can hear Tasha grumble, "Yeah, but he loves you, idiot."
I give her a nudge to move aside as I run back to the team huddle. "What you get when you're not on your game, Tash!"
