seventeen year old violet mcadams - captain of the rugby team. she was muscular, broad, her pink hair over one side of her face, and the other side of her head buzzed. eyeliner and eyeshadow - red and black. freckles painted the girl's pale face, and there was a scar on her lip. with her black tanktop, with her last name "mcadams" and the number nine printed on her back, loosely hung off of the girl's muscular frame. vi was the captain of the girl's rugby team at school, and she was good at it. she'd been in school, state, and country finals - arguably the best in the country.

then there was eighteen year old caitlyn kiramman, captain of the cheer team. her dark blue hair was almost always tied into a ponytail, her middle part and bangs framing her porcelain skin. her british accent, her light blue cheer uniform with "kiramman" printed on the back. she was muscular, but her frame was thinner than vi's. her lips were glossy from makeup and when she smiled her tooth gap was cute, and it suited her well. violet always thought that she looked cute, she looked pretty.

one day during practise, when caitlyn was busy rehearsing the cheer routine with her team, vi was admiring the girl's beauty. her bossiness was almost attractive in a way, she was rather endearing. she was also beautiful, vi would be silly to deny that.

her porcelain skin in the may sun, the way she towered over vi slightly. the girl's silver jewellery, manicured nails, her hair nicely tied. when the taller, older, cheerleader turned and saw vi admiring her, she winked. she told her team to take a five minute break and approached the girl, a smirk on her gapped teeth, and soft lips.

"you're staring again, violet."