Lauren’s POV
‘I’m sorry Laur’ Jessica groans as we trail off the field, ‘but training still sucks and I don’t care how upbeat you are when trying to explain moves to us, it is still not fun.’
The other three girls mutter their agreements as I skip along beside them back toward the pack house, a little flutter of pleasure running through me at the nickname that has been bestowed upon me.
‘Aww come on, it wasn’t that bad’ I cajole. I only got to do some warmups and basic moves by myself, but it was still amazing to be back doing something I loved.
As we round the corner to the packhouse we walk into a gaggle of girls coming the other way. We all stop, staring at each other in surprise before one of the girls steps through the group and places a hand on her chest.
‘Lauren?’ she gasps in
