honestly, rugby was taking up her life in immense amounts. recently after she broke up with caitlyn she's put all her energy and attention on the sport only. she was lacking interest in most things. her routine consisted of, wake up, gym, rugby and sleep. yeah it felt fuckin' fantastic winning. every fucking time. swinging her helmet off as she yelled and cheered, winning felt like a adrenaline high and she'd be lying if she didnt enjoy it.

that was, until. you. you and you're gorgeous face catching her attention as she walked past the dance room. she swore she almost fell backwards as she saw you gracefully lift your leg past your head bending over doing what she assumed were stretches before practicing. she never really had a big interest ballet, big shocker but now..now she just might. she waits for you to leave almost leaving rugby as soon as the coach dismisses them practically running hoping to catch you in the act of leaving so she could strike up conversation.

first time she did you flashed her a polite smile asking her, "do i know you?" almost sweetly. how can she not melt to the ground after that? she shook her head and chuckled softly, "oh yeah no- im vi, captain of the rugby team?" she nodded as you let out a ohhhh in realization "ah, i think i heard about you, go zaunites" you chuckled softly as you raised your fist in the air. god you were so- was she just into gorgeous talented girls who she just knows for a fact will destroy her life?

yeah. fuck yeah. cause she's scrambling out the court after shoving all her shit in her gym bag messily as soon as the bell hit. she waited as you talked to the ballet teacher. as soon as you came out she acted as if she was heading out too.

"how're you doin?" she asked with a small charming smile as you tilt you head too look at her.