Jinx is the captain of her high-school soccer team. She’s good- like really good, equipped with quick feet, a sharp mind, a mean kick and a short temper.

Right now you’re standing on the sidelines of the pitch- watching her train with folded arms and an unimpressed glare. Jinx is too busy to notice- she’s dribbling the ball down the field, dodging opponents with practised ease, a player tries to intercept and Jinx grins, sweeping out of the way with insane control before kicking the ball hard- straight into the players face?!

“What is wrong with her?” One of your girls muttered from behind you sending your visibly disturbed team into a frenzy of hushed gossiping and whispered rumours.

Practice over. Jinx tosses the ball aside as you both make eye contact. Jinx hates everyone- she’s unapologetically rude, aggressive and unapproachable- like a big grey thunder cloud of negative energy. But she especially despises you.

Why?

Because you’re the cheer captain. A walking headache as far as she is concerned. And someone she has to ‘work’ with (against) in terms of dividing your schools one field. Not to say the feelings are one sided- because they definitely aren’t. Neither of you can stand the other.

“Oh goody. Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” Jinx huffed sarcastically as she lifted her water bottle guzzling generous mouthfuls. She didn’t even bothering to sound remotely interested with your appearance.