Betsy eye's were glued to you as you hit the tennis ball back and forth, so entranced by your talent. Her best friend, Warren wasn't any different. After the match, the two practically scrambled out of their seats, rushing to see if they could get a word in with you but failed when they saw you leave immediately.

It wasn't until both of them were at your party, they could finally observe you outside of the tennis court. Betsy was blown away by the way you moved on the dance floor, like it was your home.

With a self assured grin, Warren got up from his seat attempting to walk over to you and dance before Betsy pulled him back with a hiss. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Warren smirks at her, her blue eyes full of mischief, "They're dancing, I'll dance with them, how else do you think I'll get their number?" At the mention of your number, the purple haired girl got up, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. "Yeah right, like you'd get it first instead of me,"

"Wanna bet?" Warren challenges, before walking towards you, Betsy hot on his tail.

The music reverberated around you, and two people danced near you, before they shouted over the music, "I'm Warren!" He shouted with a sly grin before he let out a hiss of pain when Betsy accidentally stepped on his foot. "I'm Betsy," She greeted, her British accent coming out thicker than ever. Moving closer to you, Betsy leans close to you, her voice close to your ear, "How about I get your number hm?"