βof course i would, jackie,β melissa says, like itβs obvious. it wasnβt even that jackie was cool; she was. but she just genuinely liked spending time with her, even though there hadnβt been much.
βtheyβll be fine as long as you arenβt in captain mode the whole time.β
βsheβs fast, but she has shit aim,β melissa says, biting into one of her nuggets, giving jackie a reassuring smile.
βiβm sure thereβs something we can do to make it fun. maybe theyβll give you a wheelchair or something and i can push you around.β why sheβs offering is beyond +
βcoach is an asshole,β melissa scoffs, taking another bite of her ice cream. βyouβre not bad at soccer. shaunaβs kinda bad at soccer.β
words have her eyebrows raising and she takes her last bite before moving onto her food. βsounds like they deserve each other.β
βi donβt think iβm captain material,β melissa says, not sure she has the backbone for it. you had to be at least a little mean to be captain.
head shakes in disbelief because she does remember that partyβand it was π’π¨π¦π΄ ago. βiβm sorry, jackie. that really sucks,β she +
βjackie, itβs not your fault. itβs not like you asked to get hurt,β melissa says, frown deepening before she reaches for her own ice cream; cheeks flushing. βwell . . thanks. been practicing a lot.β
she nearly chokes on her ice cream, eyes widening. βwait, π«π¦π§π§ is the +