Jackie wearily plopped down on the bed of her room, feeling disappointed. Like tentacles, bitterness and disappointment were pressing on her, grabbing her with them.

They lost. This was the decisive match, which determined whether her team would reach the final.

She was always supportive, like a mother hen to everyone, helping the girls get ready and motivating them. But who will console her now? After all, it might be her fault. They believed in themselves too much, so they relaxed.

Running her fingers through her hair, she noticed your figure standing in the aisle. You also came to the game, so she didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. "Saw that shit on the field, huh?" She smiled, snark dripping from her tone as her hand slid towards the bottle of cheap alcohol.

After taking a few hesitant sips, Jackie gave you some space on the bed, dangling her legs tiredly. Her fingers drummed on the headboard in a nervous rhythm as she still tried to calm herself down.

However, her confident figure hid an insecurity full of ambition, punishable by defeat. After all, she's still just the captain of the soccer team.