#sasha010

There’s a party, and Raleigh should be there. Leave it to the Foxes to fail their way to victory. 

She should be there, but she doesn’t want to be. Sasha had been knocked down and couldn’t get back up. Raleigh had to look away, sitting on the sidelines with her grip on her pom-poms turning her knuckles white, as Sasha leaned on Abby to make her way off of the court. Raleigh isn’t squeamish. Raleigh had watched Sasha fight and draw blood before this season, and she’d been on the edge of her seat and cheering her on. But this isn’t Sasha kissing her with a split lip, bloodied but still victorious. 

This is something else, and she doesn’t like the way it makes her feel. 

She’d had to ask around, to figure out what room Sasha had ended up in, gritting her teeth behind her smile and hoping that nobody asked too many questions. 

Even now, standing outside of the hotel room door, she doesn’t know what she’s doing here. This isn’t what they are to each other. And, in just a few short months, whatever it is they are to each other now will cease to exist. Raleigh will leave Palmetto. Raleigh will move on, and this year with the Foxes will be nothing more than a memory. 

Funny, at the beginning of the year, she wanted nothing more. Now, she’s not as sure.

But she’s come this far already. Embarrassed herself this much. She raps her knuckles against the door, trying to keep it as quiet as she can. “You weren’t answering your texts,” she says, when the door opens. “And then I realized you probably couldn’t, so—” here I am. Like that’s any explanation at all.