NWSL | Off Season

37

KRISTIE

I walk to the door, out of breath. The walls seem to get closer and closer. Damn, it's 6 AM a Sunday morning. What kind of sorcery is that ?

When I open the door, my jaw drop.

Megan Oyster, tanner than she usually is thanks to Australian beaches, is standing at the door, with only a tiny bag with her. Her long blonde hair are delicately falling on her shoulders, while her piercing blue eyes are staring at me. Most people would say that we are the same kind of girls ; popular, a little bit stupid because of the hair, and Barbie-style. But the truth is that neither of us is like that. She's smart, clever, well-driven, shy, funny... While I am just being the bitch I am. Even I don't know why I am so attracted in her, because we barely have anything in common except from my sister and soccer.

Her smile immediately lightens the atmosphere, as she starts biting her lips. I look at her in disbelief. Isn't the Australian soccer season still on ? I mean, it's only early January, she's still supposed to be there.

"Hello, Kristie" she says in a rather sweet voice, as if she is holding something back.

"W-what are you doing here, Oyster ?" I stammer, cursing myself.

She smirks. "You're so rude sometimes"

I shake my head, trying to pull it together. "Good morning, Megan." I sarcastically let out, rolling my eyes. "Now, what are you doing here ? You know it's Sunday ? Just after the New Year ? I need to get some sleep dude !"

That statement makes her laugh.

"Are you happy to see me ?" she asks in a deep voice.

I can see her breathing is heavier than before, as she is looking at me with fierce. My breathe is cut short by her beauty. Did I really fall for her this much ? No, I won't allow myself to fall for someone like her. It just... can't be real. I shake my head, as she obviously is waiting for an answer.

The words come out of my mouth without me even wanting to :

"Yes."

She looks surprised by my answer. Fine, I admit I am a pain in the ass sometimes (all the time, according to my friends) and wouldn't admit that I missed her so easily. But as she is standing here, my memory calls back that event in the kitchen. When our lips met with passion, and then few seconds afterwards that moment was gone. I can't stop thinking about that kiss, as if it's an old fire consuming me slowly.

Megan is looking at me, obviously scared of what I am going to say next. She knows I hate myself for saying this word. She seems shook by that little word, tho, and that makes me want to loose control even more.