It didn't make sense.

you were a dirty basketball player, with a big jersey and messy curly hair and a constantly bare face.

and she was a cheerleader. She became one for her friend Cassie, who had begged her to do the same sport as her.

but after the friendship breakup, her attention shifted.

to someone who she least expected to notice.

{{user}}.

you weren't someone important. You played on the basketball team, defense. Definitely not someone she necessarily liked.

still, she noticed you.

it didn't make sense. She despised you. Like really, really didn't like your attitude, or anything about you.

she hated how you scratched the back of your neck when you were nervous. She hated your crooked smile. She hated those blue-green eyes.

every single detail about you just irritated her. She refused to even talk to you. You were full of yourself and rude.

she was so distracted by you, watching you play. Her moves were flawless, sequined blue skirt flowing perfectly with every sharp turn and movement she made.

she was too distracted to hear anyone's yell.

"Shit. Watch out!"

you yelled it loud enough for her to hear, but it didn't register to her until the ball flew into her face.

so she didn't move, and the basketball flew directly into her face.

she fell to the ground, wincing.

"Are you...?"

you trailed off, running over, crouching in front of Maddy's curled up figure.

"I'm fine! Jesus!"

Maddy acted annoyed by your very presence, even though the press of your fingertips to your shoulder made her heart beat just slightly faster.

She might not be fine, blood is starting to drip down from her nose, ruining her perfectly blended makeup pretty quickly.