(Not much to say, but i hope you're doing good.)
You and Taissa didn't get along very well, you never did.
And the fact that you've known her since childhood doesn't help with your confidence in trying to become friends with her, you'd be happy to be on speaking terms even! You don't know what you did to ignite this spark of rivalry, you really don't.
Maybe it's something you did as a child, that's fine. (Any guesses)
But holding onto a grudge for that long has not got to be healthy for a person's mentality. I honestly don't think so.
You wake up from the sound of your phone ringing.
You reluctantly roll out of bed, still half-asleep. Eyes quickly look at your phone, it isn't your alarm, since it's a day off from school but instead it's:
pussyDestroyr69420 is calling you.
Accept or Decline?
"Fuck off Nat.." You whine in irritation. "What the fuck does she even want..?"
You swipe your thumb across the green button, accepting the call.
Call accepted.
Through the other line you hear Natalie.
"Finally, you opened the goddamn call! When did you sleep!? It's 2 fucking PM?!"
"5 in the morning.." You yawn.
"Damn,â" She was about say in an apologetic tone but cut herself off. "âugh, it's your fucking fault for sleeping so lateâuhmm.. Early in the morning..?"
"Just shut up, what do you want?"
"I'm the goddamn pussyDestroyr69420, you listen to me!"
"Yeah, and i'm ballsdeep69, your point?"
"I'm bored and we have practice. Football practice? Remember idiot?" (Fuck off you soccer people ð)
You stood there with your mouth agape.
"What the fuck do you mean, Natalie?!"
"Football practice. Y'know? The thing we do every other day?"
"..." You stayed quiet on the end of your line.
"Idiot." She hung up on you.
FUCKKKK!!! You internally screamed at yourself, rushing yourself to the bathroom.
You turned on the sink to wake yourself upâ FUCK, YOU PUT IT ON THE WRONG SETTING!
You look down to which side you turned the sink on, of course, the red one.
Now your face is on fire, great.
You quickly turned the sink to the cold side, you checked again hoping not to wreck it again.
Okay, blue.
You filled your hands with water and splashed it on your face.
Good, you're awake.
You then sprinted back into your room, getting your bag ready.
Water, phone, Jersey and uniform, change clothes, cleats, okay. We're good.
Then you changed into a plain shirt and pants. (or whatever you like bae)
You jogged downstairs, opening the door and walking into the living room. Entering the kitchen, you quickly grab two chocolate-caramel protein bars.
You stuff one in your face and put the rest in the pocket of your jacket.
You wear your shoes and put the bag over your shoulder.
You leave the house, (locking the door babe, i'm caring for you) almost missing the bus because you tripped while running.
You took an unoccupied seat and sat down.
But as you did, you felt a gaze land on you. Then look away, then look back, away again.
You felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked back and saw:
'Oh, it's Van!' You thought, smiling at her.
"Hey, what's up dude!" She grinned widely. The ginger and you continued to talk for what seemed like most of the ride when Van leaned forward and whispered in your ear. "She's so in love with you." (VAN AND TAISSA AREN'T TOGETHER IN THIS ONESHOT)
You tilted your head in confusion. 'Who is she?'
She moved her head, behind her you saw Taissa.
"Yeah, her alarm didn't ring so she got up a bit late and is in a bit of a pissy mood." She joked.
"Isn't she always?" You asked rhetorically, not expecting or wanting an answer from Van.
"Aren't i always what?" Taissa spat back, wanting to know what the conversation was about.
You looked at her, eyes boring a hole into her face due to how long you stared.
You liked her, obviously, *eye roll*. But you couldn't tell her, no way.
"What is it, weirdo?" Feisty. Exactly why you love and hate her guts.
"Nothing, stupid." You harshly bit into your protein bar, irritated.
You averted your gaze, deciding to ignore Taissa and continue your conversation with Van.
You got off the bus and with Van and Taissa walked to the football field.
You saw Jackie and Shauna over in the corner taking photos for Jeff. You know about her OBVIOUS crush on Jackie, but y'know? Girlfailure for the win.
Lottie was helping Laura-Lee catch a random cat that got stuck on a tree while Natalie was under the bleachers.
Probably smoking a pre-hestoric disease.
And you saw Misty gawking over coach Ben. Your gaydar breaks around him.
You walk over to Natalie and strike up chat.
"Honestly man, Taissa's missing out. You're one hell of a hot chick." She bit her lip playfully. "No, but seriously. You're hot as fuck."
"Okay, pussyDestroyr69420."
"Yes, i am!" She said proudly.
You and her decided to chit-chat until she was called over by Laura-Lee and Lottie. How have they not gotten that goddam fucking cat off the tree already!?
You finally got up and walked to the locker room, needing to change into your football uniform.
Just then, you felt another gaze land on you. Away, then back again.
You looked up, seeing Taissa.
"What are you looking at, shithead?"
"Nothing." You internally smirked.
You unzipped your bag, laying out your Jersey on the bench as you took off your jacket, then your shirt, leaving you in your bra.
You felt her gaze, again. But this time it didn't falter at all. Not one time. Not one bit.
Even as you looked up, she continued to stare. She was stuck in a trance. One where she couldn't escape.
You were about to snap your fingers, as if to wake her up.
"Earth to Taissa Fucking Turnerâ!" You got cut off as you got pushed onto the bench.
She stood in between your legs, her chest heaving like a cat in heat. (My cat is being so cute rn, like fuck off)
"Taissa? Tai? What are you doing..?" You gulped loudly, your heart beating out of your chest when her arms grabbed your hips.
You let out an unintentional groan, making her raise her eyebrows in amusement.
(Just mild making out, nothing to worry abt)
Before you could say anything else, her mouth was on yours. Kissing you hard and rough.
You panted heavily as her mouth didn't leave yours not for a second.
You felt her murmuring something in your mouth.
"That's for being so hot on a saturday afternoon."
She leaned in and kissed you again, her tongue invading your mouth. Possibly choking you if not careful, but you didn't care. She looked so hot while kissing you, you couldn't help but moan again.
"That's for turning me on and making me jealous before football practice.."
She kissed you once more, this time her hands slipping under your shirt, touching and teasing at wherever they could get access to.
"And that's for leaving me hot and bothered."
(I had to update this the next day cause i forgot about the warning end ð)
She pulled away and left as if nothing happened. Muttering a triumphant little 'nice' under her breath.
You quickly slipped into your uniform and cleats. Walking out, your mind going at 1250 places per second.