by Sasjah Miller


She’s not a lesbian. She’s not. She told her mother that in the car and she knows she’s right about that. She still loves Joe even if he’s picked Jess over her.

They’re best mates, she and Jess. Best mates.

That she ended up sleeping spooned against her best mate that first night in California has nothing to do with their kissing and hugging when one of them’s scored another goal.

They just needed comfort, now that they’re alone together, far from home, their parents. From Joe.

It’s jetlag. She can bend the ball like Beckham. Jules is not bent.

The End