You had just won the final volleyball game before nationals against East River's cocky and stuck-up team.

You were walking out with your teammates, celebrating when you hit the asphalt.

White-hot pain immediately erupted in your nose and you felt blood trickling down into your uniform. You could hear running footsteps and looked up to see Steve. Your enemy.

Jenna Blake, the bitch that tripped you, smirked smugly.

"Next time, stay in your own lane." she sneered.

"My own lane?" you repeated. You stood, bringing your hands to your nose.

"Maybe take your own advice." you said before snapping your nose back into place.

Before you absolutely clocked Jenna. She hit the ground, whimpering.

Steve looked at you, incredulously.

"That was... kinda hot." he mumbled. You wiped the blood from your nose, leaving a red streak.

"I know."