Over The End Line (Chaennie)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

NATIONAL EFFING QUARTERFINALISTS mother effing bulldogs

10:15 am

jen
GUYS GUYS GUYS
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DOG
DOG IN THE LOBBY

seulgi
STOP
UR KIDDING

jen
NO
DOG IN THE HOTEL LOBBY
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Joy
Oh!!!! You both are so cute.
I love dogs.

jisoo
WHERE IN THE LOBBY
WE'RE COMING RN

jen
by the bar
get here NOW

seulgi
elevator is too slow, sprinting the stairs

jen
dogs owner didnt know who we were but they're here for soccer i have officially converted them into bulldogs fans

seulgi
DOG!!!!!
IT'S A POMERANIAN
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jisoo
omg guys we should all take selfies with the dog and have matching pfps

jen
i am game but you are going to have to pry julien baker out of rosie's pfp's cold dead hands

seulgi
lmaooo
the dogs name is jenna but they call her jen for short 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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name twinsssss

lisa
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she looovvvees dogs

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She sits with Irene, Seulgi, and Yeri in the lobby for breakfast, gorging herself on shitty pastries and waffles. Rosie sits at a nearby table with Joy, and she can only see Rosie when she turns her head and looks back, but she can feel eyes on her all the time, and she can only wonder what she's done to get Rosie's attention this time.

Their first game of the day is at two, but, like yesterday, Coach Jonas wants them warmed up and ready to go, so they leave the hotel at 10:30 and are running laps around the indoor field by 11:00.

Jennie likes running. She didn't, at first, when she started taking soccer seriously and actually showed up to practice. It's exhausting, it hurts, she always gets a fucking cramp, but it's numbing. That sensation in particular has grown on her.

She doesn't have to think when she's running. She isn't plagued by thoughts of Rosie, and, now a hundred fucking thousand dollars.

Jennie has never lived the kind of life where she doesn't have to worry about money. She knows that's one regard in which her and Rosie are very different, though Rosie tries to be self-aware, sometimes it just fucking sucks. Rosie admitted that she stole shitty clothes from TJMaxx for the thrill, because it excited her. Jennie steals shitty clothes, too, because if she doesn't she won't have anything to wear. She has lived in the trailer in Montclair for her entire life, has never had the money for air conditioning in the summer, has never been to summer camp, hell, she'd never been on a fucking airplane until two days ago.

She fucking knows that Rosie's dad is paying for her trip to nationals. They didn't even talk about it, but Rosie never asked Jennie about payment, she fucking knew. She's been in Jennie's room, seen her ratty fucking blankets, the sagging ceilings, the peeling paint.

Rosie's seen all of Jennie, all her cracks, her peeling paint, and she still fucking swapped rooms with Yeri. Ran because she was scared she'd wake up in the morning spooning with Jennie. Like there isn't a worse fate.

$100,000. Jesus.

And what would that kind of money be to Rosie? A shopping trip? A week's worth of spending money? A fun day out?