The Gladiator

Nerd...

I could not find the symbols on the keyboard for the life of me, so just... if anything is missing, ignore it
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"My name is Tony Gustavsson, head
coach of the Australia Women's National Team, and we've asked them to create a presentation on a singular topic that they're an expert on. There were no restrictions or rules, so let's see what they've put together!"

As expected, the majority of the Tillies did a quick presentation on Football and its history.

Except for Sam. Who's presentation was all about Kristie Mewis.

"SAM YOU SIMP!" Emily shouted from her seat next to Lydia and Mini. "JUST BECAUSE KYRA'S GOT A MASSIVE FUCKIN CRUSH ON Y/N DOESN'T MEAN THAT SHE MADE A PRESENTATION ABOUT HER!"

You and the rest of your teammates dissolved into laughter as Kyra's face turned the color of her club's home kit. "Emily!"

"You- embarrassed, Ky?" You wheezed, bent over in your chair from laughing. "C'mon now."

"Cut that out!" Kyra all but begged the camera crew who were currently rolling on the floor, giggling. "I don't want that on the internet!"

When everyone finally managed to calm down five minutes later, they agreed to delete the footage.

Under one condition.

"I- I really- I really like you, Y/N," Kyra stumbled over her own words while you and the rest of your teammates smiled gleefully. "And I think- I think you're really cute-"

"I know."

"-And you're really sweet-"

"Of course."

"-when you actually shut the fuck up and listen-"

"OI!"

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"Y/N, can you hurry up?" Lydia urged. "We've already had, like, sixteen different slideshows on Football, just get on with it, yeah?"

You ignored her, snatching the clicker from Tony in the front row.

"Okay," you began snapping your fingers. "Here we go. So, constellations-"

"CONSTELLATIONS!?"

"I just said that you fuckin' parrots!"

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"-I was born under the constellation Perseus since, y'know, I'm cool like that," you grinned as nearly every person in the room's eyes glazed over. "The constellation is composed of many different stars, which include but are not limited to: Alpha Persei, Xi Persei, 5 Persei, Rho Persei, Zeta Persei, and Omega Persei, with Xi Persei having the highest luminosity of 263,000. Xi Persei is a blue giant that is 1,200 light years away from the sun, with a spectral class of 0.75 III and the surface temperature of 35,000 degrees Kelvin."

Tony raised his hand, an amused gleam in his eye. "How far are the rest of the stars in Perseus from the sun?"

"In the order mentioned, 5 10±10 light years, 9,600 light years, 288±6 light years, 308±7 light years, and 750±30 light years."

Caitlin gaped. "What the fuck is a plus minus light year?"

You glared at her. "Raise your damn hand! See, this is why none of your teachers liked you in school."

"HEY!"

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"Oh my god, Y/N's a fucking nerd," Sam told Kristie on FaceTime. "She literally ranted about, like, nighttime-"

"Constellations, you imbecile."

"That's what I said. Anyways, we had to sit there for like an hour while she droned on an on about specter classes and shit."

"Spectral."

Kristie smiled as you popped into frame behind Sam. "That sounds interesting, actually."

You did a quick backflip on your captain, relishing in the annoyed expression on the skipper's face. "Take that, Samuel!"

"Do not call me that," she huffed. "I hate it."

"You call Jessie Fleming Jeffery," you pointed out, shit-eating grin growing wider when Sam's girlfriend nodded in agreement. "This isn't any different."

"Kriiiiis," she whined. "Who's side are you on?"

"Not yours," You said cheekily, sprinting out of the room as Sam leapt up to tackle you. "That's my cue to leave, bye Kristie!"

"OI!"

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"Knock knock," you greeted, slightly pushing the door open to reveal a very red Kyra Cooney-Cross sitting one of the two beds. "So, Cooney. Wanna talk about earlier?"

She fiddled with her fingers. "Not really."

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame with your arms crossed. "So if I were to ask you on a date, you wouldn't be interested?"

She jumped up, suddenly frantic."No! I- I mean, yes! Um, I'd be interested!"

You dipped your head in acknowledgement. "Tomorrow night, at seven. Our off-day. Don't be late."

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