Amy caught up with me. She gabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. "What happened?"

"You saw everything, Amy. I dropped Katlin. She's never going to forgive me." I dropped my arms, shuffling away from her and turning my back. 

"She's your girlfriend! If your love was really that unimportant to her, she would have ditched you a long time ago!" Amy was trying to reason with me, but I couldn't care less. 

"Amy, get it through your head. I was weak. I failed her. I promised her that I would be there for her; that I would never change, and I let my stupid anxiety control me." I felt like crying, but held it back. "I let it hurt her." I said. 

Amy had her fists bunched up. She wanted to say something, I could tell. "Listen up, Roberta." She said. "Whether you're Roberta Lane; certified girl perfect, or Roberta Lane; anxiety-ridden basket case, you're Roberta. And if Katlin REALLY loves you, she'll accept both sides of you, no mater which one takes the spotlight." She forcefully grabbed my shoulders. "I have faith in you. In ALL of you. Not just the mask you happen to be displaying. If the real you is ridden with anxiety, then I accept that. And if Katlin loves you half as much as I do, then she will too."

I couldn't help but smile. Amy was so sweet to me. Always was. I don't know how I could have possibly thought I had hurt her. Even if I did, Amy accepted me as the flawed mess that I am. Then a stray thought crossed my mind. 

"Wait, half as much as you do? What are you saying?"

"As a friend!" She shouted suddenly. "I love you like a friend! Or a sister!" I nodded slowly. "Now, go talk to your girlfriend." She shoved me back towards the field. "She should be in the medic's tent."

I was about to go back, when I paused. I turned around and ran back to Amy, hugging her tightly. She froze up, stiff as a board, before relaxing and melting into the hug. So did I. It was warm, and wonderful. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, but not as tight as I hugged her. I held on like I could never let go. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to if I was ever going to win back Katlin. 

Before I pulled away, I whispered into Amy's ear. "Thank you." I said. "You're always in my heart, okay?" I pulled back. "Never forget that, no matter what happens in that tent."

Amy was tearing up. She wiped it away quickly before it ruined her mascara. She nodded. "Thank you, Roberta." She said. She put a hand to my cheek, staring at me almost dreamily. "No matter what happens, or who you become, I'll always love you."

"...Like a friend?" 

She pulled her hand away quickly. "Yep. Best friend. Best buddies." She said. She pointed to the field. "Now go!"

I started to run to the tent. I paused when I got to the tent where Katlin was inside, my hand hovering over the cloth, hesitant to move the cloth aside and step in. But I did anyway. I brushed it aside, and saw Katlin inside, a huge back of ice on her leg. She saw me instantly and stared at me with daggers in her eyes. I'd never seen that much hate before. 

"Katlin..."

"Go away." She said. 

"I didn't mean to." I said. "I just-"

"Stop trying to convince me, okay? Because my ankle doesn't care. I can't feel it. You better hope you didn't paralyze me." She looked down and sighed. "I got that scholarship, by the way. The cheerleading one. This has got to have ruined it."

"Scholarship?" I asked.

"Oh, you weren't listening? What a surprise. You were too wrapped up in your own stupid problems that you didn't even hear me tell you." She said. "God, how unimportant am I to you?"

"You're not unimportant, Katlin!" I shouted. "If you really were, I wouldn't be here." 

"If I really was important to you, this wouldn't have happened. You wouldn't have lied to me. You promised that you'd never change. That you'd never let me fall, and you did. You lied." She moved, but groaned at the feeling of her leg moving. "Then again, you didn't make that promise, did you?" She said. I didn't say anything. "Roberta did."

"But I am Roberta-"

"No, no you're not. Roberta was strong. She wouldn't fall prey to her own damn anxiety. She wouldn't betray me. She loved me."

"But I do love you."

"No. Roberta loved me. You may have the same body, and the same mind, but you are not Roberta. She died the second you dropped me on that field." Katlin said. She pointed to the tent's opening. "Now go away."

I hovered around the tent's opening for a second. But Katlin was still pointing. She didn't want to see me. In fact, she wanted to see Roberta. Her real girlfriend. 

If not even Katlin, the person I loved most could recognize me, who would? And was I really still Roberta?