Seva: Service; working for the benefit of others.
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Angelina spent her late preteens into her early teens fighting for not only her life, but the lives of others close to her. She just wished that after the loss of their close friend, Allison Argent...
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The stadium lights were shining bright. It started to get dark out by the time the game came around, and Angelina found herself walking over to Liam and Mason.
"I don't care if he's a foot taller than me, I think I can take him," Liam said to Mason, who was intently staring at the other team.
"Who are we taking?" Angelina asked, stepping between the two boys.
As soon as she followed Mason's gaze she rolled her eyes. "Yeah." Mason said, without even really acknowledging her presence.
Liam also followed his best friends gaze, which led to Brett and then he looked back. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What?"
He nodded at him.
"Me? Pshh. I'm agreeing with you, I'm being agreeable," Mason nodded.
"You think he's hot don't you?" Angelina asked, patting him on the back.
"NO! No, not at all. No way," Then he looked back up at Brett, and Angelina definitely heard his heart skip. "Maybe. Yeah maybe a little," He licked his lips.
Brett looked up at them and Angelina's hand went over her mouth, before waving a nice hello. Which he kindly returned.
"He wants to destroy me," Liam sighed.
"I think you can definitely take him," She said.
"And then give him to me," Mason chuckled.
Which made the other two laugh, "Have a good game Liam." Angelina smiled. "And stay safe, please." She whispered, walking away with Mason.
As the game progressed it only got more intense, Brett was low-key bullying Liam the whole time. Angelina found a seat in between Mason and Violet, who just so happened to be the possible murderers girlfriend.
Devenford Prep was winning and Angelina could hear his comments. "Is Liam your boyfriend?" Violet asked suddenly, leaning over to Angelina.
She let out a laugh and shook her head. "We are just close friends, that's all."
"So he won't care when I kill you." She mumbled turning back to the field.
Angelina glared at her, wanting to speak up but decided against it and scooted closer to Mason. She had a slight feeling about Garrett, but Violet literally just confessed that she was the murderer. Unless they were working together which would be...
"Oh, God."
Three people collided together on the field. Liam, Brett, and Garrett. Angelina stayed where she was, too afraid to move. At any moment Violet could make her move. She panicked. She watched as Garrett stood up, covering the cap of his lacrosse stick. She watched as Phoebe ran out onto the field and Scott leaned over Liam, making sure he wasn't hit. And she watched as Brett cried out on the field, him getting taken away. Worst of all, she watched Violet get up and follow. Angelina felt paralyzed.
