After my transfer from Manchester United to Barcelona Femeni, I finally felt like I had found my home. Little did I know that one of my "enemies", a girl from Manchester City, had also signed a contract with Barcelona, making us both the only new signings of the season. I hadn't really noticed her before, only at the Manchester Derbys. She was a good player, an excellent striker. And she was good-looking. Very good-looking. She was basically all of my lesbian dreams combined in one woman. I really tried to not look at her that often on our first day, but she was making it very hard not grow fond of her too quickly. We had this small playfull banters about our past rivalry in the two Manchester Clubs, her insisting on the fact that Man-City were the better ones. As if. I really felt the chemistry we had, not caring if it was just friendship or more. I couldn't have a relationship with a teammate, I couldn't let anyone distract me from my career. At least not that quickly. We've been at Barcelona for only a month. If I made mistakes now, they would have consequences.