Greya's POV...

What in the world just happened? He left me. I open my heart out to him, letting him know how I feel, and he leaves me standing alone in the music room, wondering what went wrong.

How does he not think I meant what I said? Maybe I was moving too fast and what I said scared him. I just want him to realize there is so much more to him than his crappy home life. He's not broken like he thinks he is.

"Greya Matthews to the office please," the secretary announces over the intercom. Great, now what?

"Greya?" I hear Mrs. Mara call out my name before making my way to the office. I turn to acknowledge the short kind lady with curly gray hair and the face of a saint. Her expression is kind, and her dark brown eyes show all the clarity and wisdom one would gain from teaching all these years.

"I'm sorry I'm in here without permission Mrs. Mara," I apologize for intruding.

"Oh, I don't mind you here at all. In fact, I'm pleased that Becker shared his music with you. That boy is talented beyond his years," I'm relieved she isn't upset with me.

"I know, I wish he would see it though," I tell her.

"Give him time. He has a lot to process it seems, but I have faith," she smiles at me.

"I'll try, thank you, and sorry again for sneaking in here," for some reason I feel terrible for skipping class and coming here.

I hurry to the office knowing they usually only call me when something is wrong with Chase. Barreling through the door like a crazy person, the lady at the front desk expresses nothing short of pity. Pity is not what I need right now, so give it to me straight, is what I refrain from saying out loud.

I straighten my stance, attempting to look composed so this lady doesn't think I can't handle whatever she's going to throw at me. "You wanted to see me?" I ask.

She clears her throat, "Um, yes. Your brother's school called as asks that you call them back...there is no emergency they said," her eyes gaging my response.

My shoulders relax in relief, and I drop my backpack to the floor as I'm handed the phone. I'd use my cell for more privacy, but because Chase's school called mine directly, this woman feels obligated to eavesdrop from her desk.

After getting a hold of Chase's teacher, she informs me that Chase has been falling asleep during learning activities and at lunch today. No surprise there, as long as he's not hurt, I can handle his sleep issues. "Thank you, Mrs. Burke. I'll make him an appointment to see his doctor." I hang up the phone, averting my eyes from giving the secretary any chance to sympathize with me and walk back to class.

"Grey? Is everything ok? Is Chase ok? I heard the office call you," Fynn runs up behind me.

"Yeah, nothing serious. He's hasn't been sleeping at night lately and instead falls asleep at school," I huff while simultaneously pinching the bridge of my nose. I need to make it through one more class, then I can call his doctor. I might have to skip my game and disappoint my coach and teammates.

"Hey!" Fynn spins me around and embraces me.

"Thanks, you have no idea how much I needed your hug," I tell him.

"I'll pick up Chase from school, feed him and get him to bed tonight. I don't want you to worry about a thing, focus only on winning your game.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking, I'm telling you that's what I'm doing, now accept it," he smirks.

The guilt is eating away at me, he's my responsibility and I feel terrible having to rely on Fynn to help me.

"Grey," Fynn places his hands firmly on my shoulders. "I'm always here for you and Chase, no matter what. Just like you are always trying to help all of us, we can help you too. I know you feel like you're alone in all this, but you're not. You have me, Ari, Declan, Cohen, and even Becker. We are your family," he says.

Hearing him say Becker's name makes me feel uneasy and a sarcastic laugh escapes my mouth. Fynn backs away, observing my expression. "Wait, what did Becker do now?"

"It's nothing, you know how he is." Fynn gives me a lopsided glare, but thankfully drops the subject. I don't have enough energy to explain my issues with Becker today.

"Thank you for taking care of Chase tonight, I'll be home before the second half of the boys game."

"I think you should stay for the whole game tonight, don't worry about us, Chase and I will be fine."

"I don't know Fynn. I don't think anyone will care if I stay," I tell him. Becker was clearly eager to get away from me moments ago.

"Something tells me it will be good if you stayed," Fynn shrugs.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Good," he gives me one more squeeze and trots off to class.

Becker wasn't in last period when I got there. I thought that would make it easier to pay attention to the lesson, but it only made things worse. I shouldn't be worried about where he is, I should be angry with how he left me.

After practically wasting my whole day, I wander over to the locker room to get ready for the game.

Last game of the season before playoffs on Friday. We've already clinched first place, so this should be an easy game.

The guy's team are sitting together in the stands as usual. Becker sitting off in the corner alone and doing his best to avoid any eye contact with me. Great, that sure helps.

The game begins and I was hoping that playing would clear my mind, but something was missing. Chase and Fynn were missing, Becker's daily challenge of who would score more goals was missing. I wanted to feel the joy of my cleats running through the freshly mowed grass, yet I only felt lost. I'm sure I looked lost too. I couldn't score a goal during first half to save my life.

My teammates were getting frustrated with me, Ari kept asking me what's wrong. Everything's wrong.

At half time, I sat on the end of the bench in a daze. "Grey, I know something's bothering you and I know now is not the time to talk about it. I want you to block out everyone and everything for the next 45 minutes and focus on the game. Remember why you love playing and how it feels. Whatever is going on outside this game, I will help you through it, but right now, this ball, this field is all you need to think about," Ari hands me the game ball and walks out onto the field, motioning me to follow her.

That's why I love her, she knows how to talk me out of a slump. She's right, my problems will still be waiting for me after the game. For now, I'll do what makes me happy and deal with everything else later.

By the end of the game, Ari assisted two of my goals, while my third goal was a solo. I don't even remember how the ball went into the net. I only remember floating around the field, lost in my own world, with the ball at my feet. The rest is a blur, except for everyone giving me a high five at the end.

My eyes searched for Becker after that last goal, only to find him walking down the bleachers with his teammates, not noticing me at all.

The guy's game started off just as rough as our game did. Becker wasn't playing like himself at all. He was yelling at his teammates and trying to pick a fight with the other team. At one point, the referee gave him a yellow card for a dangerous play. Finally, his coach had enough of his attitude and pulled him off the field. The fans went crazy, they were in shock witnessing the star player get subbed out for the first time ever.

I felt sorry for him, wondering if I am the one who's caused him such turmoil. He sat alone at the end of the bench with his head in his hands waiting for the half to end. His coach didn't seem to know what to do, so he left him be.

At halftime, Becker avoided the team huddle and continued to sulk alone. Second half of the game started, and he was still sitting. Five minutes in, I see Cohen look up towards me and hold out his hands like he doesn't know what to do and motioning for me to help him.

It's not like I know what to do either, but Ari helped me when I was struggling in my game, it's only fair that someone helps Becker. This could all be my fault anyway, so I need to fix it.

"Beck," I say his name softly when I move as close as I'm allowed to the bench area.

His head whips around immediately, his eyes wide with surprise. "What are you still doing here? You never stay the second half," he says.

I swallow the newly formed lump in my throat. His next actions will be defined by what I say next. "I stayed for you," I carefully say, hoping this doesn't backfire like in the music room. He remains quiet, his eyes glued on mine as if he's trying to figure out why, so I continue. "I'm staying so that I can watch you play, not watch you sit the bench. I expect three goals from you, now get out there and play."

By the expression on his face, I know that was not what he expected me to say at all, but it did the trick because he stood up smiling and walked over to his coach. I climbed back up the bleachers and took my seat next to Ari and watched Becker score three goals while assisting one for Cohen.  Cohen looked up at me again and mouthed "Thank you."

"Wow, I don't know what you said to him, but I think everyone on that team and the coach owes you one," Ari says.

"Like you said Ar, our problems can always wait, what's important is doing what makes us happy in the present moment," I smile at her.

"I'm heading home now to relieve Fynn. I probably won't make it to classes tomorrow until after lunch."

"Right, Chase's appointment, let me know how that goes and if you need anything call me," Ari gives me a hug.

I'm glad I stayed for the entire game. Somehow Fynn knew I needed to. Just like Ari knew I needed her, and Becker unknowingly needed me. Days like today, I'm thankful we trusted our intuition.