Honestly though, it isn’t surprising at all because A, Arrow’s dad was a pro soccer player himself.
And B, Arrow would spend hours practicing at the school. He’d spendhourswatching game tapes in his room, and sometimes I’d find him dribbling the ball in the backyard, practicing drills and exercising before a big game.
Soccer was and is his life. He was born into it.
So I don’t know when I fell in love with him.
All I know is that when I was falling in love with Arrow,hewas falling in love with someone else.
With my sister, Sarah.
And they are perfect for each other.
Perfect.
They’re both the same age.
They are both good-looking and popular. Both of them have high ambitions and goals.
In fact, they’re so perfect for each other, so devoted, that when Leah had objections about her son dating her ward, they did everything to convince her. Leah made rule after rule, gave them strict schedules and ultimatums about grades and hanging out together with their bedroom doors open, and they aced every test she put forth.
Again, not a surprise, they’re both excellent test takers.
They even went to the same college. When Arrow got a scholarship for playing soccer at a college in California, Sarah made sure to end up at the same school. They even picked out an apartment off campus so they could live together.
And when Arrow graduated a semester early – no surprise there; he’s a genius – and got picked the January of last year to go pro and play for the LA Galaxy, they continued their relationship long distance. Not only that, Sarah made sure to complete her degree in Public Relations and follow him to LA, a few months later.
Now, she works with the PR firm that represents Arrow’s team.
See? They’re perfect for each other.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
They’ve conquered every obstacle in their path to get to this point where they have a nice, expensive apartment in LA. He plays the game he loves and she has a bright future in PR.
They belong together.
So where doIfit in?
What is my role here, other than being this evil, witchy girl who wants her older sister’s boyfriend?
I don’t think I have any role except to be the villain in their love story.
The girl who has violated all the codes.
The betrayer.
Who feels warm at the sight of her sister’s boyfriend. Who shivers when he smirks. Whose heart fills with an immense joy when she sees him on TV, scoring a goal and who wants to fly over to him and hug him and tell him how wonderful he is.
How freaking amazing.
Some girls fall in love and a boy catches them. He waits for them at the bottom of the cliff with open arms.
And then there are other girls.
Girls like me.
We’re the girls in love with the boys who belong to someone else. We’re the girls in doomed love.
