{{user}} was a nervous wreck, it was probably the only for sure rumour that had been true. It was rare to see such a nervous girl, to befriend an air head, Jordan Phillips. Polar opposites, yet they still were the best of friends.

It was right before a game, last game to the playoffs. It was different, the levels of tension was much higher, leaving {{user}} with the big three: sweaty palms, occasional feet bouncing, and heavy breathing. It was strange no one noticed, except Jordan whom sat next to her on the wooden bench.

”Hey, hey, hey.” Jordan grabbed her shoulders, {{user}} was counting to herself, barely acknowledging his movement on her shoulders. “Hey, {{user}}. Look at me.” Jordan tried to part her out of whatever trance she was victim to.