FPC Day 11 - Not fun

That wasn’t a fun brunch.

You and Lara are dropped off back at the Lodge together. It’s starting to look like rain, so you get back inside. You didn’t really eat or drink at Annette’s place, so you get a cup of coffee from the kitchen. This time, Bee doesn’t say anything.

Lara joins you. Lots of girls are up now, but most are staying inside because of the way the weather looks. They sit around and walk around with their phones. There’s a lot of restless energy. It feels like something’s going on. That doesn’t help your new anxiety.

“You all right?” Lara asks.

“It makes sense. What they’re doing,” you reply.

“No it doesn’t. It’s too soon. They need to leave you as captain for another week or two. Then they could change it. But we won yesterday, Riley. The change makes no sense. She just wants us to do her marketing for her,” Lara muses. “That’s all it is.”

“We should let her make the change,” you say. “You’ll be a good captain.”

“Can’t,” Lara replies without hesitation, leaning on the counter and shrugging at you. “I may be called away. It’s bad enough for a player to leave suddenly, but the captain? Can’t have that.”

“What do you mean called away?”

“For my work, Riley. I—I travel,” she says.

“For soccer?”

“No.” She smiles at you.

You try to catch up to all of this… it’s a lot. Last night, this morning, now this. “You’re leaving?”

She shrugs again. “It’s difficult to say, Riley. Sometimes things come up that I have to go and deal with. I don’t know about anything now, but the phone could always ring.”

“I didn’t know that,” you say.

Lara shifts guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

You two definitely are not on the same page. You need to have a talk, but you can’t have it around everyone like this. Some of your teammates are approaching. It’s Elena and Sam.

“Are we doing anything today?” Elena asks, looking cheerful. She’s wearing the cutest pajama set. It looks so weird on her tall frame, but it works for her. And Sam’s being a little tease in her short little robe with her bare legs out.

“Don’t see how we could,” Lara replies, looking out the window. “At some point we’ll need to talk about the game, but I don’t think we need to do it today. Maybe tomorrow afternoon. We can decompress today.”

Elena raises an eyebrow. “I was asking the captain.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“What she said,” you say.

“Sounds good, love.” Sam tears her eyes off your bulging chest, smiles at you, and leaves with Elena.

“You have to stay captain. You’ll do a better job,” Lara says as soon as they’re gone.

You aren’t so sure about that. “You want to do the model thing?”

“I don’t want to, but I don’t mind, either. Do you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have your confidence,” you confess.

“You should,” Lara says, giving you an honest and lusty look.

“Stop it,” you say, trying to cross your arms over your boobs, but you literally can’t. They’re too big. You have to cross them over your stomach, which just makes your arms push your chest out more.

You feel overwhelmed.