Odette jerked back again as Seth started to yell, her automatic defense beginning to take over. He was making it difficult for her to stay calm; it would be so much easier to just start yelling back, tell him just exactly how she felt. About how before he forced his way into her life, things were fine. About how team had little drama, completely not overshadowed by what went on in the locker over the pitch. About how he had had his chance, and failed, so it was rightfully her turn, like it always had been. And most importantly, how they were barely even friends, so what gave him the right to tell at her like this?
Gritting her teeth together, Odette took many deep breaths before speaking. "It's not fake," she spoke in a low tone, pulling her lips back as she spoke. "I am not lying to your face. If you think I have been scheming ---" Odette stopped, cutting herself off. She really just wanted him to go away. Just--- leave her alone, deal with him later.
She wanted to be happy, why couldn't she be happy about this? Suddenly loosing most of her energy, Odette's grip sagged. Blinking slowly, her voice returned to an unemotional tone. "Is there anything else you feel like telling me?"
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