Caitlin Foord had a really attractive younger sister. The girl sometimes visited us at Arsenal trainings, sitting down in the grass and watching us. I sometimes threw a quick glance at her, but I was careful. Caitlin had warned me a few months ago. If I make a move on her sister, if I even just look at her, she'll personally kill me and throw my dead body into a shredder. But I couldn't help myself. She was really pretty. Okay, she was gorgeous. The way her hair fell onto her back, the way her eyes sparkled, the way she smiled.... I was wasted. Caitlin would murder me, that was for sure. Today, she she was there again. She walked in with her older sister and, after she had greated everyone on the team (everybody here adored her), she sat down in the grass of the sidelines and started reading a book. I couldn't really pull my eyes away from her, but I had to. She was so much younger than me and she was my best friend's younger sister. Oh, and I didn't even know if she was a lesbian as well... I hated this misery