Perfectionism in Pink | A Zombies FanFiction

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The championship was a week away and Josephine was more than ready to finally play some actual ball against another team other than her own. The days had been pulled with drills, exercises, game plans, game rewatches, and practice games of defense vs offense - Josephine was going nuts.

She was 99% positive that the aliens had anterior motives for being here, something that Wyatt said the wolves agreed on, but contrary to the pack she didn't feel anything malicious. Maybe they were really good at hiding behind idiocy, but the aliens were always sneaking around yet no one was hurt.

That didn't mean she trusted them.

"Hello, human dipshit." Alan was getting... better. His tray plopped down next to hers at the table with that seemingly condescending grin on his face, white teeth to the world, and eyes dancing. "I think your speed last night vastly improved compared to the first time we met. My training methods are making you a worthy opponent nearing my level of excellence."

At this point all she could do was snort and shove Alan down with an eye roll. Josephine took great pride in his small disgruntled sound as his elbow landed in his mash potatoes. "Perhaps the student body is correct about your unnaturally human streng-."

"Eat your shitty lunch food and shut up." Josephine demanded, stealing a chicken nugget from his plate pointedly. Alan frowned over at the human, sliding his tray ever so lightly to the left as if it would keep his food safe. "...thank you for the compliment, but you're still using that condescending tone so it sounds like a backhanded one."

"Ah, I understand." Alan nodded, clearing his throat. His hands were on her knees in a second, forcing Josephine to face him with wide eyes and a mouthful of chicken nuggets. A hand still on her knee and the other on the table beside them, he leant in closer and opened his mouth. "I think-."

He had a nice smile when he tried.

Josephine covered his mouth with a scowl and a weakly hidden blush. Using the hand on his face, she set another hand on his legs and used her strength to shove him back towards the table. "And that is still flirting. We don't do that with people we want to be friends with."

"Oh, so you do not desire to be friends with the dead captain?" Alan took a bite of the nugget and scrunched up his face while he swallowed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Josephine watched Alan dump his extra chicken nuggets on her tray and happily gave him the small salad on hers in exchange.

Before Alan could answer, other members of the team joined their table - including a certain ginger staring between the twosome pointedly.

At this point Alan's presence had become a fact of life. There was not much Josephine could do to shake him so at Adrian's suggestion, she took him in stride. No matter how much he made her want to strangle every single blue haired freak in the school on a daily basis.

"Greetings fellow trash." Adrian chirped happily across from Josephine. His lips were pulled into a smirk and even Alan was starting to pick up on something being different.

"Did you and your boyfriend perform-?"

"If you have to ask the answer is yes." Josephine said quickly, hand over the aliens mouth in mental pain. Alan's head cocked to the left. Keep her hand in place, Josephine looked over at Adrian with a thin smile. "Do you ever get normal?"

"Mmmm."

"That's a no." Percy translated helpfully, taking back the nugget from Adrian's attempt at nugget-napping.

"Anyways, Zach and the other zombies are hosting a party in Zombie Town to celebrate the championship next week." Adrian looked over at the still muted Alan. "The entire team is invited."