Let's just say, Otto was not winning the most improved player this season. They wouldn't even be granted a participation award at this point. Their grades were by far better than anyone on the team, but they barely showed up to practice. They could have been easily kicked off the team by now, but Coach Jay kept them on the team for sympathy reasons, and if the school's football team didn't have them, they wouldn't have enough people to play in games. Lizzie was the team captain, and the quarterback. Without her, the team would be in the ground. Her grades were good, too, for the most part. She was dedicated, making it to every practice, scrimmage, and game. She'd been playing football longer than anyone on the team, and she hated when people were not committed performance on the team. As you can guess, she really couldn't fucking stand Otto. Otto was good at football too, without even trying, but they just didn't put in the effort.
It was a scorching Wednesday evening in August. There was an Algebra 2 test the next day, and that Friday the football team would have their second game of the season. Somehow by the grace of god they won the first one. Players began to arrive at practice. Lizzie was the first to show, succeeded by a few other players including Cypress, the running back, Autumn, Amelia, Pluto, a few others, and Skylar, the waterboy. Coach Jay began speaking to the players about the upcoming game that Friday, which most of them tuned in for. Lizzie couldn't help but turn and notice Otto arriving late, holding their helmet in one hand and their phone in the other. She turned back to Coach Jay quickly at the sight of Otto, not being able to stand another second of looking at that negligent vermin. "Why is she staring at me?", Otto thought, walking towards the group. Coach Jay gave Otto a sharp stare which turned soft, and although she didn't say a word, you could tell she was thinking, "Why are you late? Well, at least you showed up." Practice began. The sun was baking the students alive, sweat dripping down from their forehead to their upper lip. Mother nature gave the athletes a short sweet relief when a gust of wind blew on their back perspiration. While they were supposed to be doing a simple drill, Otto became distracted, looking up at the sun, staring into its bright heat. They looked back down at the world at the sound of Coach Jay's whistle blow, but before they could even make out what they were seeing a miniature built girl named Autumn slammed into their legs. "I warned you!" Coach Jay yelled, but Otto was stuck on the ground in pain. The athletes froze where they were, looking to see what had happened. Otto rolled in the freshly cut grass, groaning. "Where's it hurt?" Coach Jay asked. Lizzie watched from across the field, irate at the circumstances. "Here, here!" Otto repeated, pointing at their left knee. Coach Jay looked up from Otto on the ground, and turned completely as to gaze directly at Lizzie. "What the fuck?!" She murmured, quite loudly. Lizzie tore off her helmet, storming over to help. "Just go take them to the locker room, ice their knee, and splint it." Lizzie stood over Otto, reaching down and tearing their helmet off, tossing it to the side. "Fuck" Otto grumbled, looking up at Lizzie's face. Short, sweaty wet hairs framed both of their foreheads. They took hot, heavy breaths as they looked at one another for a short moment. Lizzie helped up Otto, reaching a hand around their waist, and grabbing their right arm, putting it on her shoulder. She helped them limp towards the locker rooms, gripping Otto's waist firmly. They both tried to shove down thoughts about each other's hot, wet skin against one another as they walked off of the field. Lizzie helped Otto onto a cushioned orthopedic exam table further into the locker room, sitting them down. "Fucking idiot..." Lizzie mumbled as she walked over to a cooler full of gatorades to get ice. "What'd you just say?"Otto said forcefully. She didn't respond as she collected ice in a plastic bag. She carried it over to them. Otto was wearing longer athletic compression tights under their practice shorts, and Lizzie needed to ice their bare knee. "Take them off." Lizzie demanded. Otto snickered, "Oh so that's what we're doing?" they assumed. Lizzie put the ice down, standing and shoving Otto, hard. They hit their head on the wall which the table was pressed against. They immediately retaliated, picking up their good leg and kicking the blonde girl back into a locker. They stared at each other for a moment. Otto boldly announced, "Take them off." Lizzie thought to herself for a split second, before lunging forward, reaching around Otto, grasping the back of their neck and pulling them into a rough kiss, their tongues forcefully meeting. She placed her other hand on Otto's back, gently moving them onto their back as she furiously moved her mouth onto Otto's neck, planting aggressive hickeys along their neck. They each tried their best to not make too much noise, just in case anyone came in, but their actions came with loud heavy breathing and low quiet whimpers. Lizzie reached down, pulling off Otto's practice shorts along with their compression tights, pulling them quickly but slowing down as to gently pull them over Otto's knee. She kept her mouth against Otto's neck and collarbone as she did this. Lizzie released her grip on them to reach for the bag of ice, placing it on Otto's knee, taping it in place. She turned Otto's body to lay down fully on the table, climbing on top of them quickly, fiercely placing her mouth onto Otto's, reconnecting their tongues at long last. Otto reached their hands behind her neck, pulling their faces closer together. They continued until they heard Coach Jay's loud keychain moving closer to the locker rooms. Lizzie immediately withdrew her hands from Otto, and Otto immediately moved farther from Lizzie. As quickly as they met, they has parted, and they both left mostly without a trace. Except for the compression tights, which they had left there in their most gruesome shape, on the exam table.
