SOL Day 10 - Friday Night

Girls go upstairs as time passes and it gets later. You try to stay focused on your phone and not on them. At some point, you look up and Riley and Lara are gone. You aren't even sure they're together, and you know that it's crazy for it to bother you. But it bothers you.

Whichever girl has the remote has chosen something on HBO with a lot of sweaty, panting sex scenes. There's one playing now with the woman's breasts pushed up against glass. Some of the other girls are mocking it and laughing. It is a bit cheesy... You try to cheer up a bit, but it's not that easy. Your mind just wanders. You think about what it would've been like if you had scored that goal today. Then it wanders to other things, like how are the girls in prison doing? Are they OK?

You picture Riley and Lara together and that's not a great feeling... then you imagine what Riona must be doing with those two chicks. You have it good... you're out of prison, and that's all you can ask for, but you're still feeling sorry for yourself. That makes you laugh, and a couple of the girls look over at you. You stop, and they go back to watching this girl get pounded on the screen until someone inevitably walks in on them.

You kind of want to talk to Tiff, your coach. You aren't sure why, you just want to, but it's too late. She's already gone to bed. In fact... you realie you're the only one left downstairs.

Maybe you need to go to bed, but even being around that girl, Sheva will annoy you. Maybe you can just sleep on this couch...

Suddenly a girl sits down next to you. You look over and find that... of course. It's a redhead. She's not as pretty as Riley, but she's cute, and she has her hair in the exact same fucking ponytail. She's about Riley's size, and wears a red hoodie and blue shorts.

"You OK?" she asks.

"Yes," you reply.

"Because you've been sitting here like a zombie, and it's like 2AM," she says.

"Zombie?" you reply, snorting.

"Hey, I know about zombies. I'm Claire. What's your name?"

"You don't know me?" you ask, startled.

She smiles. "Should I?"

Well... you are kind of a star. You tell her your name.

"Oh," she says, nodding. "Yeah, you know I might've heard of you. But I got real distracted with the whole Raccoon City thing, and I wasn't as tuned into soccer, you know? But sure, yeah. I've heard that name. So you're here at FUTA. That's great."

You smile and nod. When you don't say anything, she starts a little small talk, telling you about how she feels bad for the girls who lost today. She says she heard that they have to go to a really primitive little summer camp and basically camp out for the weekend with no phones. She talks about how that has to suck, but maybe it's not the worst because getting away from social media and stuff can be good sometimes.

She's easy to talk to, and it's like she can tell that you don't really want to be left alone with your thoughts.