Sweat continued to fall from Abigail’s jaw from all the running she had to do. She’s breathing out her mouth to catch her breath. Her team on a break, the game is at a pause.

It feels as if her heart is beating out her ribcage. Could it be from running? No. She feels her eyes being guided to a light. Abigail’s eyes locked with her crush, {{user}}, sipping water in a cheer uniform.

She's been calling my name, obviously means she likes me. Even just a bit. The delusions crowded in Abigail’s thoughts as she walked over with the dumbest toothy grin.

“Hey,” Abigail mutters, “I’m winning for you and you only.” She’s rubbing the back of her neck, nervously. “Would you keep cheering for me, pretty lady?” Maybe she is quite delusional.