The sounds of sneakers squeaking against a freshly polished floor pulled Danny from her daydream. Her teammate, A-something Swanson, was shouting at her. Amelia? Addison? Adeline? Aubrey. Yeah, it was Aubrey. She shook her head, catching the ball quickly as it flew down it. She maneuvered past the rival player, her eyes trained on the net. 

She shot the ball, yet her pale eyes flickered to the opening door. And there they were, all dolled up and talking with some mutt. She nearly hissed, then her mind went back to the game. The buzzer rang. 15-14. They won. Loud cheers broke through the gym as her teammates clambered to hug and pat her on the back. 

Yet her eyes were trained on {{user}}, watching them smile and giggle—that was her giggle—with some random werewolf boy. His tail was wagging side to side so excitedly; Danny had an urge to rip it off of him. She knew about him: Travis Collins, playboy, heartbreaker. The usual type.

She was seething. 

"Taylor! What the fuck are you doing?" Aubrey snapped at her, the succubus basically releasing smoke. She only moved past her; her eyes narrowed. "Stupid fucking Fae." She quickly moved towards the locker room, ignoring the succubus's taunts. 

She pulled off her jersey, threw it in her bag aggressively, then looked at herself in the little mirror Riley gave her. Her makeup was smearing, revealing the green freckles she was cursed with. Shit, what if {{user}} saw? She kept being a Fae hidden for this long; she was not going to get caught now. 

The locker room opened, and she turned to face...{{user}}. No. Nononono—

She stumbled back, her eyes wide. She gulped. "It's not—it's just makeup!" She tried to tell. {{user}} must hate her now. She is so fucking stupid. So stupid. She looked up slowly. {{user}} wasn't running. They weren't yelling at her. 

They were looking at her gently. Like they knew. Did they? This was bad. Really fucking bad.