On her way to school, Lilly explained the night's ordeal of what had happened quickly.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Gwen's lips were set in a thin line.
"That's alright. Maybe we just weren't meant to be," Lilly waved her hand dramatically.
"That's my girl," Gwen patted her back, making her stagger, "You know what they say."
"That there is plenty of fish in the sea. I don't think fishes like me," she muttered under her breath.
"Nonsense. You have to meet the right fish until then keep fishing with a strong hook," she grinned making her laugh and shake her head.
Stopping near the lockers, then caught sight of their friends who had huddled in a corner, talking to each other.
"He could have informed us earlier. One day isn't enough," Marc huffed crossing his arms.
"Whining is not going to help Marc, you heard Rick. It's our first match and we need to be prepared if we are planning to head to the finals," Sam said, who had his back leaning against a locker.
"But-" Marc protested to only be interrupted by Rick.
"Good morning," he greeted both Gwen and Lilly, "You girls are rather early today."
"Well, excuse me. There are days when we feel we need to utilize all the time," Gwen rolled her eyes. Compared to the boys, Lilly and Gwen were always late for classes. Seeing them running into the building and to the classes was a common sight.
"Says the latecomer," Marc commented looking up at the ceiling when her best friend sent a quiet glare.
"You have practice again?" Lilly asked Sam while both Marc and Gwen began to bicker with each other, having Rick as their referee.
"Kinda. Coach called up Rick yesterday and told him that we have a practice match with another school on this Friday. I swear he wants us to practice until we drop dead. Frankly, our team isn't ready," he replied, running his hand over his blonde hair with a sigh.
"Isn't that more of a reason to have a practice match then? You will have to work harder if you want to be better," she raised her brows to finally see him nod in agreement.
Rick, Marc and Samuel or Sam as they called him were part of the soccer team. Rick being the captain always had a hard time handling Marc who behaved like a five-year-old in the field. Though it was comical to the others, Rick's pain was real. Sam was the bystande
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