kari's pov

"alright, get changed and onto the field!" coach presley called out. it's last period on a friday, which means that we have soccer.

for some reason, our school's really passionate about sports and they're always trying to motivate us to find a sport that we like, and stick to it. so for me, it's soccer.

i grew up with two older brothers, so i was practically forced to be good at this stuff.

***

coach presley assigned us into two teams, and of course, meredith and i would be on the same team, then chantelle and ava would be on the other.

chantelle's also another person in this class, who is good at soccer since she grew up with an older brother too. i mean, we were both in the same soccer team in middle school. we did basically everything together.

a girl in my team named mallory, and chantelle were head to head. coach blew the whistle, threw the ball up, and chantelle immediately tackled it and passed to her team player.

i'm the left midfielder, so i ran towards the ball as it came near me and tackled the opposing player. i tried my best to get closer to the goal, but passed to meredith before i could lose it.

i watched her keep her foot close to the ball and travel across the field - avoiding the other team. that was until chantelle harshly shoved meredith to the side so that she completely lost control of the ball, letting chantelle score into her goal.

i hurried towards meredith as she sat on the muddy grass from the fall, "mere, are you okay?".

i knelt down beside her and quickly scanned her for any injuries.

"yeah, yeah, i'm fine. it was probably an accident" she brushed off as i looked up at chantelle and saw her smirking directly at us.

"sorry," she unsympathetically apologised, continuing to laugh straight at us.

i shook my head at her and helped up meredith before the game continued.

as the time went on, the score was now 2 to my team, and 3 to the opposing. even though her team was winning, chantelle was continuing to purposely, and aggressively, push meredith and even me out of the way. yet she did it way too often for it to be "just an accident".

i straightened up since she'd just knocked me to the side and ran towards the ball that ava had hold of.

i successfully tackled her and started rushing towards my goal. i was almost there and refused to pass to anyone else because i wanted this goal to be mine.

but i was once again pushed off my focus by of course, chantelle. i fell even harder onto the ground this time, causing grass and mud to get everywhere on me.

meredith and ava quickly rushed over and i could hear chantelle laughing with the other people on her team. her taking this as a joke broke my last nerve and i instantly jumped up, and charged towards her, but they pulled me back.

"kari! kari! she's not worth it" meredith hastily told me as i tried to release from her's and ava's grip. "okay? the game's over any ways. let's just go get changed".

i calmed down a little, still glaring at chantelle, so they let go of me.

"i would like to see her try any ways" i heard chantelle say under her breath as i was about to walk away.

i whipped back around because at this point, i didn't care. she was seriously being a bitch right now.

"what the fuck is your problem, chantelle?" i yelled at her, as more girls came gathering around.

"my problem is you, kari" she stated with her arms folded.

"you're not even making any sense because i haven't done shit to you. your problem should be nate for not keeping his dick in his pants!" i continued to yell as the people around her started muttering between each other after i mentioned nate's name.

"actually, my problem should be how shit of a friend you been to me lately and how you've been keeping secrets from me...just like how you never told me that sammy wilkinson fucked you!" chantelle yelled.

i immediately felt my heart in my throat, as a great amount of gasps were heard around us.

"that's...that's not tr—"

"johnson told me everything, so don't even try to cover it up" she quickly interrupted. "first sammy, and now you're making a move on johnson? who would of known that you'd be such a slut".

now, i officially don't care anymore. she honestly has no right to call me of all people a slut, so i raised my hand and hastily slapped her across the face.

people around us immediately started cooing at the rising tension as chantelle held her hand against her cheek. but it wasn't long until she grabbed a handful of my hair that was up in a pony tail, and pulled me down to the ground.

i reacted back and did the same to her until we were practically wrestling on the grass.

"ladies! ladies! stop this!" i heard coach presley soon call out, but we both continued to attack one another until she pushed us apart - ava and meredith holding each of us back.

"i wasn't done!" i yelled with my hair now completely messy and falling on my face, as i tried my best to escape from meredith's grip again.

"that's enough!" coach presley said. "you two were very aggressive to one another during the soccer game and—"

"aggressive? me? she's the one that was purposely tripping meredith and i over!" i quickly defended.

"only because you two were constantly in my way!" chantelle argued back.

"that's it. i want you both to make your way to the prinipal's office. now" coach presley sternly demanded and we did as we were told, obviously walking at separate paces.

***

chantelle and i were being yelled at by the principal for almost fifteen minutes - still standing in our muddy, soccer kit.

the telling off was finally over, so we left the office on our official final warning, and also giving each other the occasional stare down.

we've never fought like this before, and the fact that she exposed what happened between sammy and i to half of our grade is even worse.

i would go and scream in johnson's face right now for telling her all this shit, but i'm the one who's in the wrong between me and him, so it won't make anything better.

i was walking down the hallway, trying to fix my hair on my way back to the changing rooms until my eyes focused on the only other two people in the hallway.

it was johnson, with a girl in our grade named carrington. she was leaning against the wall and he practically had his body pressed against her.

she was laughing a little, probably because he was telling her one of his terrible jokes - just like he used to tell me.

i didn't realise that i had paused in my tracks, and was now staring at them both until i felt a tear fall down my cheek.

i quickly wiped it away and held my head up high before continuing for my destination. johnson eventually noticed me walk by since i could see it in the corner of my eye.

i didn't want to give him direct eye contact because i know that if i meet with those big, blue eyes, i'll just loose it. so i started to speed up my walking, gutted at how fast he moved on.

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so the drama between chantelle, kari and meredith isn't getting any better looool.

but awww poor kari, do you guys think that she'll move on too? perhaps with someone quite close to her already? ;)