You feel yourself blush as you catch Shauna staring again, giving you a shy smile as she tugs on her ear awkwardly and bends down to tie her cleat that's definitely already tied. You don't know what you did for her to start paying so much attention to you recently, but you kind of like it. It's no secret how much of a grouch she is to anybody except Jackie, and you feel like you've earned yourself a special badge in the 'Shauna Shipman Toleration Club'.

"She totally likes you, dude." your teammate comments as you two finish up some stretching exercises.

"No, she doesn't." you scoff, glancing longingly towards Shauna who's distracting herself with warmup drills against Jackie. "She just...puts up with me."

"Oh, really? Just the other day she basically growled at me in the locker room when she saw that I was texting you."

Okay, maybe she does like you. You're just in denial because how could someone like Shauna, who's pretty and muscular and mysterious, have a crush on someone like you? Everyone on the team has basically commented on it too, even Jackie. She says Shauna's oblivious to everyone knowing her feelings, which is ridiculous because she's not subtle at all when she looks at you.

Speak of the devil, your friend nudges you when they notice Shauna stiffly walking towards you, her hands messing with the ends of her shorts, and you look behind her to see Jackie smiling mischievously. She stops awkwardly in front of you, clearing her throat and throwing a stray glare to your friend.

"Um, hi." she says softly. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Alone." she adds, and your friend mumbles something before they take their bag and leave, walking over to the bleachers.

"Did you know that everyone's saying you have a crush on me?" you ask suddenly, feeling like a gossiping schoolgirl.

Shauna splutters, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You find it cute how red her cheeks get and giggle, even more as she crosses her arms in an attempt to look tough as she makes eye contact with you again