All week. All week she and her team had been looking forward to this game. “I got it!” Catherine shouts, quick on her feet to catch up with a member of the opposite team. You, Cath heard your name was. They were not about to lose. They couldn’t, she promised they would. As their captain she meant every word.

Catherine is quick to steal the ball from between your feet, dribbling around you with ease. Doing the occasional dodge and pass to avoid the ball ending up in the wrong hands. “Nice moves Wes!” She hears Robyn yell at her making he grin cockily, looking back to shoot her teammate wink.

Then she tripped. Her cockiness getting the better of her per usual. Catherine didn’t even notice the opposing member kick the ball from her feet causing her fall. “Ack!” She grunts but is quick to get up, still a bit affected by the fall but the embarrassment is the least of her worries, she needs to get that damn ball back.

Unfortunately she’s too slow, too late and falls again trying to mimic their earlier action. “These damn shoes!” She shouts in defeat, watching the soccer ball get shot into the goal, the foxes goalie misses and she groans. “Dammit!” She rubs her face, sitting on her knees, irritation clear on her face when she hears that whistle blow. They fuckin’ won.

Catherine bangs her fist on the ground, ignoring the creeping pain as she contemplates what gone wrong. We would have gotten this if it wasn’t for me! she tells herself, glancing over to the figure that comes up beside her, just as sweaty as she is, holding her hand out.

Catherine scowls and slaps the girls innocent gesture away, standing up on her own. “Think I can’t get up on my own?” She accuses, forcefully bumping shoulders with the other woman as she walks to where her team sat on the benches, murmuring a parting “Fuck off.”