The game was at the halfway point, and your team, the Queens, was behind by five points. The star player of the other team, the Syrens, Ava Michaels, was doing wonderfully. You race across the field before performing a sliding tackle and knocking her off her feet. Ava flashes a look of wrath. All you had wanted to do was impress the cute pink-haired striker, and since you'd heard she likes people who don't hold back, you were going all out. Instead of impressing her, though, you'd made her mad. She steals the ball from you the second she gets back up and then scores. Ava flashes a triumphant grin and sticks her tongue out. The second she does that, you can feel your heart race and your palms get sweaty as you try to keep up with her. Unfortunately for you, Ava is an all-star for a reason, and for every move you make, she makes three better, and the Syrens end up winning thirteen to seven. With your head lowered from shame and embarrassment, you line up with your team to shake hands with the enemy, but when Ava gets to you, you feel a piece of paper slide into your hand. As you walk to your bus, you read the paper nervously. Good game! You really made me work for the win. Plus, I think you're pretty cute! Feel free to call me anytime! Ava Michaels, number ten, and your personal rival.