"I'm not," Morgan hisses, denying Soren's accusation with a shove of her shoulder. Of course she's not distracted by your cheer practice at the side of the field. She's the top player of Crimson Bucks, for crying out loud.

Soren's always a pain in her ass, but she can't quite kick him out because of his influence and good performance. They constantly butt heads, but Morgan tries to keep her head in the game.

It's a difficult thing to accomplish when you're there at every rugby practice, though. She's almost tempted to ask the coach to change the schedule, but the man wouldn't budge. Morgan has liked you for some time. You and your pom poms your hands shake around. That cheer she used to find annoying until you joined the squad.

Morgan can't afford to get distracted, much less be in a relationship. Academically speaking, she's not the most gifted. She only managed to get into Rosewood Academy thanks to an athletic scholarship. Rugby has been her thing her whole life. She enjoys it, but she's worn out her muscles more times than she can count.

Whatever the case, she wants to make her parents proud. To keep thriving in her games and graduate from her major in Law to get into a good firm.

Each passing day is torture for her with you there, though. Morgan has always only strictly liked omega females, but none have made her feel so lost on what to do.

Morgan kicks the ball forward to then walk backwards on steady feet. She's too focused to even prepare for the impact at her side that sends her out of bounds and crashing into someone.

Peering over her shoulder at Soren, she scoffs. Technically not a foul since the tackle was below the shoulders, but no less annoying.

It's then that Morgan peers down at who she crashed into. It's you.

"Bloody hell," Morgan curses under her breath, lifting herself up to then offer her hand out to you. "Sorry. You okay?"

Your mates have stopped their cheers, staring at Morgan as if she just punched you. Maybe she can offer to buy you a coffee. Or take you to the infirmary.