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"And then he asked if I wanted to do something with him that evening, I mean, can you believe it?"

"What a little shit," Dr Sharon joked with empathy.

"He is a little shit," Billie nodded as she sat across from Sharon in her second ever experience of therapy, "But in his own special way."

"You sound quite fond of him," Sharon smiled knowingly.

"Well, he's a friend, I'm fond of all my friends," Billie explained.

"So this friend," Sharon paused, referring to the friend, who's identity Billie hadn't revealed to Dr Sharon, "Is the one who left after you asked to be just friends."

"Yeah," Billie sighed.

"And you've been spending quite a lot of time together, how does that make you feel?"

"It's good, we're good as friends, we work as friends," Billie told her.

"So you're not romantically involved with each other?" Sharon continued.

"No."

"Would you explore that again?" Sharon asked.

"I don't want to ruin what we have," Billie admitted for the first time since Jamie had returned.

"Could it be that you're scared of letting him in like that because you're scared of getting hurt again?" Dr Sharon replied.

"Probably," Billie sighed.

"And has he ever done anything to hurt you?"

Jamie might have said and done things in the past that Billie didn't like, but she knew that was because he was hurting, not because of her, "No, he's great."

"So do you think that it's possible you're just hurting yourself by depriving yourself of something good?" Dr Sharon asked, leaving Billie stunned as she worked out what to say next.

"Maybe I broke my own heart because I thought it would hurt less than waiting for him to break it," Billie whispered, as though the words wouldn't be so heavy that way, "Because I let myself appear tough, but my heart is fragile, and the one time I trusted someone to hold it, he dropped it on the floor, watched it crack slowly and then proceeded to trample over it again and again."

"Have you heard of the Japanese art of Kintsugi?" Sharon asked her.

"I don't think so."

"Well, they use gold to mend broken pieces of pottery, the gold acts as the glue, fixing the pieces back together and restoring the pottery back to its former self, with a bit of extra strength and character," Sharon explained, "Which is a nice metaphorical way of saying that no one, not even you, is broken beyond repair, and all that hurt you felt has given you strength, not weakness."

"It's just fucking scary, even considering the idea of putting myself back in that position of vulnerability," Billie told her, "And I do trust him, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared of getting hurt again."

"Why don't you try some of that online dating?" Sharon suggested, and Billie was immediately apprehensive, "It doesn't have to be serious, just allow yourself to have some fun."

"I don't even know where I'd really start," Billie sighed.

"You could try that app that you and your friend are working on," Sharon told her, "She CC'd me into the email accidentally."

"Probably wasn't an accident," Billie replied, "Keeley likes to reach everyone in the workplace."

"Well it sounds like something you could benefit from," Sharon smiled, "Getting to know someone new off of the basis of human connection, nothing else."

As Billie normally did on a morning when she and Keeley knew Rebecca wouldn't be working on site she made her way up to the boss' office, work bag on her shoulder, expecting to see Keeley on her own, but as she crossed the threshold she realised that Rebecca was in fact in the office.

"Morning, boss," Billie smiled, glancing at Keeley and Nora who were standing by Rebecca's desk, "We weren't expecting to see you today."

"Well, Nora fancied spending the day at work with me today," Rebecca explained, gesturing to her goddaughter as Billie joined Keeley at the desk.

"That sounds like fun," Billie smiled at the girl, "If you want to join me on any media work today, that's cool."

"That'd be great," Nora grinned as Rebecca smiled fondly at her goddaughter and the two women who had welcomed her with open arms.

"Oh, Keeley," Billie pulled a several page document from her bag, placing it on the desk, "The big bosses sent over the latest figures for the app, seems to be doing well, some of the boys must've signed up last night."

"Amazing!"

"What's Bantr?" Nora asked, looking at the paper Billie had placed on the desk.

"It's a side hustle gig Bils and I are working on PR and content for," Keeley explained, "It's a new dating app."

"Cool, what's the hook?" Nora asked as she sat down in one of the spare chairs, the two young women joining her.

"It's pretty groovy actually," Keeley replied, "They wanna be a less superficial dating app alternative, completely anonymous, no photos, it's about people connecting using words and personalities."

"So you don't even know if the person you're communicating with is remotely fit or not," Rebecca added, "Horrifying, isn't it?"

"I think it's awesome," Nora smiled.

"Well, I've been trying to convince Billie to give it a go," Keeley smirked with mischief in her eyes.

"I don't need a dating app, Keels," Billie groaned as she sank back into her chair, already ignoring the advice that Dr Sharon had given her.

"No one does, but what if you actually wound up finding your soulmate on there?" Keeley remarked.

"There's no way I'm going to find my soulmate on a dating app," Billie huffed.

"But there's no harm in trying," Nora suggested tentatively, "I mean, can't be much worse than your ex, can they?"

"Touché, young lady," Billie smiled, "And he was the prickiest prick of all the pricks in the land of pricks."

"And for the record, his baby is ugly," Nora added in support as Rebecca grinned at the girl's extensive celebrity knowledge.

"Your mother raised you well," Billie smiled, "I'm not sure that I'm allowed to call the baby ugly."

"I'm sure you could find some much better than Brad Barker on an app like this," Nora assured her.

"Fine, I'll think about it," Billie sighed as Keeley clapped her hands together in excitement.

Billie had been warned by Beard to expect chaos as they waited on the sidelines of the training pitch, watching the boys warm up for practice. So when Ted stormed out of the clubhouse, flipping the drinks table and tossing a water bottle into the stands, she slowly realised what he was referring to.

"Oh, that's Led Tasso," Nate nodded slowly as they watched Ted storm onto the pitch, "Now I get it."

"The Ted you know is gone for now," Beard told them.

"How long does this normally last?" Billie asked.

"It depends."

Ted aggressively blew his whistle before shouting at the team, "Now listen up, you little turd birds! Practice starts at eleven o'clock, if you are not stretched five minutes early then you are forty five minutes late, you understand me?"

The players stared at him blankly as Billie and Nate watched with intrigue and fear, unsure of what was happening, but Beard knew, and he hoped it would work.

"Do you understand me?" Ted asked again, with extra exaggeration in his voice.

"Yes, Coach," The boys muttered.

"Okay, good!" Ted exclaimed, "Now start touching your toes!"

The boys stared at him in disbelief as Billie frowned in confusion.

"Touch your toes! Those are your feet fingers!" Ted shouted as the boys slowly started touching their toes, "Let's go, dummies, touch your toes!"

"This is just the beginning, isn't it?" Billie muttered to Beard.

"Oh, yes."

"Touch each other's toes!" Ted shouted.

"What?"

"You heard me!" Ted replied, "Touch each other's toes, I don't want to hear it! Hands on toes, someone else's toes besides your own."

"What muscle is this working?" Colin asked.

"Don't worry about it," Ted replied, "The only muscle I don't want to see working right now is your mouth, Colin."

Billie didn't think it could get worse, but it did. The team were deep in passing drills as she did the best she could to take photos of them, hoping that their gloomy disposition wouldn't show up on camera.

"Bumbercatch!" Ted exclaimed as the footballer let the ball escape his feet.

"Sorry, Coach," Bumbercatch replied regretfully.

"Okay, you're sorry, hey?" Ted remarked, "I know y'all don't think it's a big deal messing up on these drills, but let me tell you this, the day we stop doing things the right way means we are one day closer to doing everything the wrong way."

Billie observed the team's faces, noticing how Jamie shifted on his feet. Being told off for a mistake was something incredibly familiar to him, especially during his footballing career, especially from his father. But Billie had never experienced that, because her father didn't care enough. When she failed her mock exam six months before her English GCSE, he didn't care, he just blinked at her, shrugged, and returned to reading his newspaper.

"Then what happens after that?" Ted continued his rant as he picked up one of the footballs, "What, you wanna make this ball your girlfriend? You gonna start taking it to places under your arm? Having people compliment how y'all look together? And then what?"

Billie looked at Colin who was equally as bewildered by the entire performance.

"You start caressing it and playing with, like, the little air hole nub?"

Jamie smirked at Billie as she mouthed, "Get your mind out of the gutter," Mirroring his smirk.

"You got something you wanna share, Kent?" Ted looked at her.

"No, Coach," Billie replied, shaking her head.

"I thought so, now back to my point before I was rudely interrupted," Ted discarded the ball on the floor, "Y'all wanna be married to a ball?"

"No," Isaac scoffed confidently with his arms folded.

"What did you say?" Ted hurried over to him, his confident disposition dropping.

"I said no," Isaac muttered.

"Congratulations, Isaac," Ted exclaimed, "That smart mouth of yours just earned you and the entire team ten laps, let's go!"

The team started to complain amongst themselves.

"Oh, guess what?" Ted silenced them, "Make it a thousand laps, that's your fault too."

Many, many laps later the boys were back on the pitch, in yet another eleven V eleven match, starters versus reserves. It could've arguably been going better, because Jamie's teammates were still acting as though he was invisible.

"Richard! Richard!" Jamie, who was wide open, flailed his arms about, letting his teammate know that he was open.

But the stubborn Frenchman kicked the ball to a different teammate, the ball getting intercepted by the other team with ease.

"Richard!" Ted shouted, "I haven't seen a pass that soft since that waiter at the Italian restaurant asked Billie for her number at Colin's birthday meal!"

Billie blushed.

Jamie frowned.

"Is anyone on this pitch interested in not sucking at soccer?" Ted asked the group.

"Alright, Coach," Jamie sighed, clearly mentally and physically tired, "We get it, just stop yelling at everyone."

Billie raised her eyebrows, awaiting an outburst from Ted.

"I don't know what Jekyll and Hyde thing you got going on but just leave it out, yeah," Jamie remarked.

"Okay, okay," Ted nodded, "You know what, Tartt? Practice is canceled, hit the showers, all of you, Jamie just blew y'all's chances of getting better."

The boys didn't seem too bothered about practice ending early as they ran off the pitch, each of them tapping Jamie on the shoulder, nodding and mumbling words of thanks, each of them except Sam, who still held grievances with the player.

"You good?" Billie nudged Jamie as they made their way back into the clubhouse building.

"Fucking knackered," Jamie huffed, "You wanna get lunch?"

"No can do, I'm afraid," Billie sighed, "Got a working lunch with Keeley before she heads to a meeting about Bantr."

"Oh, right," Jamie nodded, "You on it?"

"Keeley reckons I should," Billie answered, not daring to think too intently about Jamie's interest in her dating life, "I'm just not sure it's right for me."

"What's stopping you?" Jamie asked.

Billie paused, she couldn't delve into all that with Jamie, not while they were healing as friends, that sort of conversation was reserved for her chats with Dr Sharon, "You'd have to ask my therapist, she knows all my secrets."

It only took Jamie around two hours until he found his way back to Billie. The team still weren't talking to him, and apart from Keeley she was the only person that he really thought of as a friend. He wanted the boys to like him, and he knew that they liked and respected Billie, so he assumed that maybe she could shed more light on how he could get into their good books. Not that he needed an excuse to spend time around Billie.

Billie was sitting at her desk, hunched over her laptop, meticulously reading through emails regarding Sam's Dubai Air contract after Keeley informed her that he had asked to withdraw from the campaign. Keeley had to rush to her meeting with the people at Bantr, so Billie was left to handle the admin, which Keeley was deeply apologetic about.

"Hi," Jamie walked into her office, not really knowing what to say.

"Hi, Jamie," Billie looked up at him briefly as she scribbled some notes in her notebook, eyes trained on her laptop, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip as she concentrated.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Billie sighed as Jamie took a closer look at the collage that hung on the wall behind her, noticing several photos of Billie and the team that intrigued him. There was one of Billie and Colin on Brighton beach, taken in June, another of her and Isaac wearing Hawaiian flower necklaces, and another of Sam and Billie grinning at the camera with beers in their hands, "Actually, Sam just quit the Dubai Air gig, so I'm scrambling a bit."

"That's stupid of him," Jamie huffed, "Do you want me to do it?"

"What do you want, Jamie?" Billie sighed, always having time to appreciate Jamie's company, except in that moment she really needed to concentrate.

"Well, just wanted to talk," Jamie replied, sitting himself in one of the spare fluffy chairs beside her desk that Billie and Keeley used for guests.

"About what?"

"I'm just super frustrated," He sighed, picking up a pen from the pot on her desk and fiddling with it, "'Cause I don't know how to let the team know I'm cool now, and it's just really fucking with me head."

Billie sighed to herself, not just because she felt that she wasn't going to get a moment's peace, but because she knew that there was someone far better equipped to tell Jamie how to deal with his problems.

"Walk with me," She stood up from her desk, patting his arm as she made her way out of the office, "Come on."

"Where are we going?" Jamie asked as he followed her out of the office.

"It's a surprise."

"Could you just try talking to them for me?" He asked, "Let them know that I'm cool."

"I could tell them you're Bobby fucking Moore reincarnated and they wouldn't care," Billie huffed as she led him down the corridor.

"I am trying, Bils," Jamie sighed.

"I know you are," Billie assured him, "But they need to see that effort too."

"Yeah, but I mean if they wanna be little bitches about actually having someone on the pitch who can score a goal, then what?" Jamie replied, and it was clear to Billie that her plan was the best way of helping Jamie to see what he really needed to do, "Am I supposed to walk around with me head down?"

"Of course not, Jamie," Billie sighed as they reached the staircase, "You just need to pick your battles, come on."

"It's like they're holding onto some silly grudge," Jamie replied as they made their way up the stairs, "I mean, it's not my fault I'm special."

Billie reached Dr Sharon's office, grateful to see that the door was already open, and Sharon was sitting in her chair.

"Hi," Billie smiled, knocking on the doorframe, "I brought a friend, do I get a refer a friend discount next time?"

Dr Sharon simply shook her head.

"Suppose it's on the company's card, not mine," Billie muttered, turning to Jamie and holding onto his wrist, pulling him into the room, "Jamie, this is my friend, Dr Sharon, she's an incredible therapist, Dr Sharon, this is Jamie Tartt, he's a bang average striker."

"I ain't average," Jamie sulked at Billie's joke.

"I know, pretty boy," Billie sighed as she guided him into the chair opposite Dr Sharon, "Dr Fieldstone will take very good care of you, and she's actually qualified to give you advice, alright?"

Sharon gave Billie a nod of reassurance as the young woman left the room, closing the door behind her. She hadn't expected Billie to be such an open advocate for therapy, or to bring a friend to her who she thought could benefit from her expertise.

Billie wanted Jamie to be alright, more than that she wanted him to be happy, and she knew that she wasn't qualified to be the support he needed. She could be the friend he needed, she was already doing that, but she knew from talking with Sharon, that a problem was far easier to carry once it had been spoken about.

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"Welcome to Soccer Saturday, we have a massive afternoon of action for you today across all the divisions," Jeff's voice played out of the TV mounted on the wall of Billie and Keeley's office, "I'm your host, Jeff Stelling, here with Mr Unbelievable himself, Chris Kamara."

"A man who's coached seemingly every club in England, including yours, George Cartrick," Jeff continued, "And still getting comfortable in his new seat on our set, it's the legendary Chelsea hard man, Roy Kent, welcome, Roy."

Billie couldn't help but laugh as her brother remained straight faced and silent.

"Well said," Jeff remarked, "Of course, last time we saw Roy Kent on the pitch was with AFC Richmond, battling against relegation, and occasionally against other Richmond players."

The clip from that fateful match where Jamie and Roy were both yellow carded played and Billie cringed as she sat at her desk, Keeley having already made her way upstairs to the owner's box, while Billie would be in her usual spot on the sidelines during the match.

"Tell me, Roy," George remarked, "Did that not so little scuffle have anything to do with those photos of Jamie Tartt and your sister that were released on the same day?"

Billie almost choked on her water.

"Fuck me, I'm surprised you can remember that far back at your age," Roy scoffed, immediately defensive at the mention of his sister.

"We all saw the pictures," George continued to poke the bear, "Looked very cosy in that car, jumping from one footballer to the next."

"Well, I'm sure if we listed everyone who's been a passenger in your car as a romantic interest we'd be here till fucking Christmas," Roy remarked and Billie was instantly grateful for her brother jumping to her defence the way he always did.

"Apologies for the fruity language."

"So, you're admitting that your sister was romantically linked to Jamie Tartt?" George continued, and Billie was wondering what any of that had to do with football, and why was George Cartrick so bloody concerned?

"My sister wouldn't ever date Jamie Tartt," Roy looked down the lens of the camera, as though he knew she was listening, "Not even if he was the last man alive on this earth."

"Well, apologies for Roy's choice of words," Jeff took the opportunity to return to the topic at hand, "The big story today is the return of the previously mentioned, Jamie Tartt. The ex-Manchester City starlet and Lust Conquers All reject has his first match back with Richmond, any more thoughts, Roy?"

"Jamie Tartt is a muppet, and I hope he dies of the incurable condition of being a little bitch," Roy answered simply as Billie's eyes remained transfixed on the TV screen.

"Billie," She looked over her shoulder to see Colin standing in the doorway, "You good?"

"Hmm?" Billie hummed, quickly switching off the TV, "Oh, yeah, I'm great? You?"

"Good," He nodded, "We were just wondering whether you'd be joining us in the locker room."

"Can't bear to be away from me, can you?" Billie grinned, retrieving her camera and following him out of her office into the locker room.

"Alright, Bils?" Isaac nodded as he noticed her arrival, while Jamie moved along the bench in his corner of the room, making space for her to join him.

"How's it been?" She asked, watching as Colin returned to his side of the room.

"Great," Jamie nodded, even though they both knew it was a lie.

"Coaches not around?" Billie asked, watching as Sam stood facing his locker, a roll of thick black tape in his hand.

"They're already out there," Jamie told her.

"Right," Billie nodded.

"What are you doing?" Isaac's voice cut through the quiet as Billie looked up to see that Sam had taped over the Dubai Air logo on his shirt. She knew why, because Keeley had explained the young man's reasoning for wanting to withdraw from the campaign, and Billie agreed with him and stood beside whatever decision he made.

"What, Dubai Air not paying you enough?" Colin remarked as the boys laughed.

"No, no, Dubai Air is owned by a horrible company," Sam told the boys, "One that has turned the southern coast of Nigeria, my home, into a hellish, fiery swamp, I can no longer wear their name on my chest...Never again."

Isaac held his hand out to his teammate, "Give me the tape, bruv."

Billie watched as the team's captain taped over the logo on his shirt. She knew what home meant to him, and she knew that in that moment he was thinking of his family who were the reason he was able to play football. Winchester was next, knowing that the people of his homeland were suffering at the hands of the company who's name was printed on his chest.

"Hey, listen I do not expect you all to do this, but I hope you understand why we as Nigerians must," Sam explained to his team, "And Billie, I'm sorry if I've made your job harder, but this is something that I can't ignore."

"I know, Sam," Billie nodded, because she knew that for people to listen, the boys needed to make a wave, not a ripple, "And I know the big bosses would say I should stop you, but I'm not going to do that."

"Thank you, Billie," Isaac, Tommy and Sam nodded at the young woman.

But everyone in that room knew that it would take more than three footballers to create a storm. Including Jamie.

Billie watched as he stood up from the bench, holding out his hand, "Throw me the tape?"

Isaac threw the tape to the striker and Sam watched in disbelief, asking, "What do you think you're doing?"

"We're a team, ain't we?" Jamie shrugged as he taped over the logo on his shirt, "Gotta wear the same kit."

Billie smiled to herself, because she was proud, proud that Jamie had allowed the team to see the version of him that she did. Not the player who taunted them on the pitch, or didn't dare pass the ball, but the man who now knew what it meant to be accountable.

The man who was one of eleven, not one in a million.

"Billie?" Sam turned to her once the whole team had taped over the logo on their shirts, "Could you take a photo of all of us?"

Billie looked down at the time on her phone, they had less than five minutes until the team needed to be on the pitch, "Alright, we'll do it in the studio, just you, Tommy and Isaac?"

"No," Colin stood up in support, "Jamie's right, we're a team, we'll all go."

"Okay," Billie clapped her hands together, commanding the room for a moment to make the most of the short amount of time they had, "Reserves, get ready for the pitch, starting eleven, with me."

Billie led the boys who would be taking to the pitch out of the locker room and into the studio which was less than half the size of the locker room, but it was functional at least.

The boys who joined her might have been from different backgrounds. They might have had different levels of privilege growing up, different access to football. But each of them knew what it meant to stand up for something that mattered, not just to Sam, but to a nation.

Billie shoved a few upturned boxes in front of the pale blue backdrop that was hanging on the wall as Colin helped by switching on the studio lights.

"Jan, Richard, Dani, you sit on these," Billie directed them, knowing that the only way to fit them all in the frame was to add different levels, "Sam, I'm happy for you to stand where you're comfortable, the rest of you just stand around them please."

The boys followed her instructions and Sam stood in the centre, because he wasn't afraid, his voice needed to be heard.

"Perfect," Billie smiled as the team stood strong, holding straight faces of respect as they looked into the camera while she took several photos, her heart growing with pride for the boys who stood opposite her.

Billie stood beside the coaches as she watched the two teams walk out onto the pitch, her heart thumping at a steady rate as she waited for the moment when the boys would need to remove their training jackets. The crowd singing Jamie's signature chant as they watched their striker as he stood amongst his teammates in the lineup.

"If no one's passing to Jamie, we can always drop him to midfield," Nate suggested to Beard.

"So the people not passing to Jamie can be closer to him?" Beard frowned.

"You don't need to worry about that," Billie smiled in reassurance at the coaches, "I have faith," She nodded towards her team as they removed their training jackets.

Billie watched as the pool of photographers from various media outlets swarmed towards the Richmond players, noticing the statement they'd made with the black tape. She smiled with pride at each of them, more than she could explain.

"Are you not going over there to get a photo of them?" Beard asked as they watched the photographers snap photos that would no doubt be on the front of the Sunday papers' sport section.

"No, I don't need to," She held out her phone, showing the three coaches the photo that she had taken in the studio and quickly transferred onto her phone, posting it the minute the team removed their jackets as the boys on the bench applauded their teammates.

Sam hadn't asked her to do that, but she knew that this was a message that the world needed to hear, and not everyone had access to the paid sports channels. She knew that if the boys wanted to make a statement then it needed to be loud.

"There he is!" Colin exclaimed as Sam and Ted entered the locker room following the game.

After the match, Billie had suggested to Ted that Sam join him in the press room, knowing that there was no one better suited to inform the public of the reasons for the team's act of protest. So while Sam and Ted were in the press room, Billie and the coaches had decided that the team deserved to celebrate.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, clearly confused.

"We are celebrating!" Dani cheered, beer in hand.

"But we lost." Sam remarked.

"Yeah, but we still broke the tie streak!" Billie reminded him, standing beside Jamie as the team cheered in agreement.

"Oi, oi, oi," Jamie grabbed the attention of his team as he wrapped an arm around Sam, "A toast to Sam, who did something incredible tonight, the little Nigerian prick stole my thunder."

The team laughed and Billie beamed at the man beside her.

"No, but seriously, to Sam," Jamie raised his beer bottle in his hand.

"To Sam!" The team raised their drinks in the air.

"Thank you, guys."

"Well done, bruv," Jamie replied, the two boys doing that brotherly hug that Billie had seen the boys do countless times, patting each other on the back, with one hand each interlocked, "Took a lot of courage, man."

"It's good to have you back," Sam nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, it's good to be back," Jamie smiled, glancing at Billie who's smile was even more hopeful than his own.

"You did good, Tartt," Billie nodded at him as he approached her, clinking their beer bottles together.

"You ain't so bad yourself, Kent," He opened his phone and showed her the photo that she had posted of the team before the match which had amassed almost ten million likes and thousands of reshares which was almost unheard of for a team with less than two million followers.

Wordlessly, Billie wrapped him in a hug, her arms around his neck as his found their place around her torso as she stood on her toes. They were healing, and Billie regarded him as one of her good friends, a person she could trust, and at last the team saw that he could be that.

"What's that for, huh?" Jamie asked as she continued to hold onto him, looking over his shoulder at Keeley who was making heart shapes with her hands at the pair as Billie rolled her eyes.

"I'm just so proud of you," Billie muttered, letting go of him, "And I'm so glad that we're okay."

"Don't be daft," Jamie smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling Billie into his side, "We've always been okay, I was just also being a first class prick at the same time."

"But you're my favourite first class prick," Billie told him, "And for the record, I'm glad you came back."

"Hey, guys, guys!" Sam called out, getting the attention of the whole room, "We're gonna take a picture for Nora."

"You better get me best side!" Jamie was quick to let go of Billie, joining his teammates as Billie joined Keeley and Sassy.

"Not a word," Billie muttered, noticing the knowing grin on Keeley's face.

"Oh, you don't have to tell me," Keeley nudged her with a grin, "I give it less than a week until you're downloading Bantr to make a point."

"And what point is that?" Billie smiled at her friend.

"The point where you pretend that you're over Jamie," Keeley whispered with a smile.

"Greyhounds on three!" Jamie exclaimed right on cue, "One, two, three!"

"Greyhounds!"

author's note: billie and jamie pretending they aren't into each other....
also i adore dr sharon and billie's friendship already!!!
let me know your thoughts on this update!!!!