"You're not giving that girl hell are you!?" Heather asked as she looked across the table at Massy her eyebrows were turned inward but she still had a small smile. Massy looked up at Heather, then looked back down, she leaned back in her seat trying to think of what to say. Massy's hesitation spoke louder than her words would. Heather shook her head.
"Well I'm not necessarily giving her hell... I'm just not friends with her... So I'm not friendly." Massy said back shrugging her shoulders. "She just acts like she's scared to play... I don't get it, if soccer was her life before her injuries then why is she acting like she can't charge after someone on the field. It's annoying how fragile she acts!" Massy rolled her eyes and looked up at the ceiling of the restaurant just thinking about ho
