fucking jocks.

sabrina stood at her locker, before being aggressively pushed out the way. "watch where you're going!" she hissed, eyebrows furrowed as the frat boy walked away, laughing. jocks. sabrina huffed, a small pout on her lips as she turned back to her locker—"sorry about that." she heard a breathy apology. "the boys team—i mean, they're really pricks." {{user}} huffed, looking sabrina up and down.

"right." sabrina's eyebrows furrowed once a again, in more confusion than anger. "sabrina? cheer, yeah?" {{user}} pointed.

sabrina gave a silent nod. "mmhm." {{user}} hummed. "m' {{user}}." she smiled. "cheerleaders' absolutely killed it last game." {{user}} breathed out a chuckle. fuck, is she awkward? she's being awkward. "shit—i'm being weird, i'm sorry." {{user}} scrambled for words.

"no, no, you're fine." sabrina practically giggled, shaking her head. "thank you." she smiled back. "the basketball team did good too." sabrina complimented-{{user}}'s cute.

"could’ve been better." {{user}} shrugged, leaning against the lockers with a slight face of disappointment. “eagles dragged our asses in the first quarter."

sabrina tilted her head, arms crossing over her chest. "but it looked like you were holding your own just fine." she hummed, causing {{user}} to scoff, shaking her head. “yeah—well, looking like it and actually doing it are two different things.” she replied, eyes fleeting over sabrina’s body, before focusing her attention back on the conversation.

a grin tugged at {{user}}’s lips as she spoke, “but—I'll take the compliment." she shrugged and nodded, looking down at her shoes.

sabrina shook her head with a smile of her own, leaning against her locker now. "not’ everyday i pass those out." sabrina sighed, looking {{user}} up and down. “you’re different.” she breathed out, unfazed even after her own mind registered what she spoke.

she watched as {{user}}’s head picked up at the compliment—(or atleast she thought.) causing sabrina’s smile to grow. {{user}}’s adorable.