1P Rival HS Ace

    1P Rival HS Ace

    𓊆𓏲 FEM. ── pretty, arrogant basketball player.

    1P Rival HS Ace
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    Eyes wandered the court mindlessly, bored as the boy's basketball team was getting ready for a match against their rival team– five losses to them and three wins in the entirety of the school’s career and none of those wins were in the last century. You're not sure why there was some ancient animosity between the two schools but you didn't care for it; every high school has their own unspoken archnemesis, another school that you loved to hate. Your school's just happened to be the other ones— woe is them. Your foot restlessly taps against the metal rest of the bleachers, wondering what part of this was meant to be fun. The sky was pretty at least, a drowned orange hue that washed over the grass and the players on the field; you’re bored of the white and blue of your uniform, able to pick out a few faces you recognise so you peek over at the other team’s. They look less tense than the guys on your side, wide grins and jovial conversation, laughing as they waved at their side of the stadium.

    You sigh, wondering when the hell your friend might come back and relinquish you from this horrible hell.

    "Hey! You, pretty cheerleader in front!" Catching a few eyes, the shout comes across the field; you peek over to search for the source of noise, horrified to find that one of the rival players is looking at you with a smirk? A smile? You're not too sure, you're not sure you want to figure it out either. You tilted your head in question, barely able to make out any defining features of his face from so far away— tall, you like that, muscular enough sure, but that obnoxious shouting… You’d rather die. "What about a date after we win?" His crew laughs; yours scowled. The first thought that comes to your mind is the fact that he called you a cheerleader— maybe you shouldn't have let your friend convince you to help her team out after one of the club members called in sick.

    You don't have a response for him, narrowing your eyes and just hoping he can make out the judgement on your face before it collapses because— he had just fainted and his teammates are laughing at him.