"No excuse for insulting my reason for living or most of the people most important to me, either," Darcy huffs. Her sport and her teachers respectively. It's whining and she knows it, but her pride is bruised and she really wants Erin to follow through on leaving her the fuck alone for the moment.

"See you Tuesday. And stop fucking miss-ing me," Darcy raises a hand to feel at the bandages, and then returns to the sidelines to try and keep an eye on everyone else.