"Good," Angelina tells me as I pass the ball to another girl on my team. I don't know her name, but she knows mine. I guess all the girls do.

"Nice job, Riley. I think we are ready to scrimmage." Angelina throws me a red t-shirt.

As I put it on, I spot a familiar face from the corner of my eye.

"I'll be right back," I tell Angelina. I dash over to Maya.

"Maya?!" I cross my arms. "What are you doing here?" She shrugs. "If this is you, I want to see you play."

No, that's nice, but this was my escape. Something without her... I love Maya, a lot... but not all the time. I sigh, "Can you just leave me alone?"

She looks hurt. "What...?" I shake my head. "Maya, go home, we'll talk later, okay?" I don't wait for her answer. I don't feel like myself as I run back to my game.

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I come home to find Maya sitting at my dinner table with my mom. "Oh, hey." Maya turns to face me and I see her face. I made a big mistake.

"Maya, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry." It ends up sounding almost mad as I make my way across the room towards the hallway that leads to my bedroom.

Maya jumps up to follow me. I let her into my room before slamming the door. Maya glances at me, expectantly. I sigh heavily as make my way over to my bed, and start taking the shin guards off.

"Why'd you come?" I ask, and my voice is barely more than a whisper. Maya stuffs her hands in the pockets of her purple-and-white striped jeans. "Why'd you hate me for it?"

I close my eyes. "I don't hate you."

My best friend slowly crosses my room to our bay window. "Come back."

At first I don't understand what she means. Then I start untying my cleat. Oh.

My phone vibrates on my nightstand at nearly ten at night. With a groan, I squirm my way to a sitting position inside my cocoon of blankets. It's Lucas texting me.

Lucas: Maya told me you were playing soccer?!

Riley: yeah. I'm forward. Its awesome.

Lucas: you don't sound to excited.

Riley: that's because Maya doesn't like I do soccer

Lucas: well... Maya told me that you hate her bc she was trying to watch you play

Riley: when did she tell u all this?

Lucas: like two hours ago

Riley: where?

Lucas: it doesn't matter

Riley: yes it does

Lucas: Topanga's

I feel my stomach drop. Were they alone? Why wasn't I invited? If Lucas chose me why are they hanging out? Was it a date? Questions fill my mind and I push them all aside as I turn off my phone. I plug it in by my nightstand and manage to swarm myself with my blankets. I shut my eyes, waiting for sleep. But I think it's being scared off by the jealousy of tonight at Topanga's.

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