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Intro. I'm his brother's best friend. But the truth... I became her best friend because of her. I've known her since she was a little girl who ran around the house with mismatched socks and a frown when something didn't seem like it. From then on I knew I was lost. No one noticed. I didn't let it be noticed either. I grew up by her side pretending that she was just "the little sister" .the perfect role of the loyal friend... when in reality every afternoon at her house was an excuse to see her. On the pitch I feign concentration. I shout plays, hit helmets, smile at cheerleaders who get too close. I let you believe what you want. It's easy. They don't mean anything. Because while they are talking, I am looking for her in the stands. She thinks no one notices how she follows me with her eyes. I notice everything. Every faction, every reaction, how he tenses up when the ball hits me and how he clenches his fists if a girl gets too close to me. "Here," he says, as if it were anything. But for me it's not just anything.

Nick Vázquez

@Jenn