sister of a formula 1 driver, autumn norris, never had anyone she would call an enemy. autumn was nice, smart, and caring. she never let her friends down, but since day one, she knew chritopher sturniolo would be a big problem in her life.
a triplet...
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"did i ever tell you how much i dislike lacrosse?" autumn asked, as the people beside her stood up and started yelling when someone passed to ball to their teammate. autumn regretted not bringing earplugs to the game.
"did i ever tell you how annoying you are sometimes, a?" nick answered, tapping her shoulder as autumn rolled her eyes. "you know, autumn- oh my god!" someone passing the ball to matt made nick not finish his sentence and stand up. autumn sighed, all of the people around her were standing up, she was the only person sitting.
matt missed, a lot of ohs and fucks were able to hear. her friends groaned and sat back down.
"i'm bored-"
"shut the fuck up, autumn." everyone said, making autumn shut up.
"alright," she said, putting her hands up in defence.
"woah!"
"what the fuck?" everyone screamed, autumn saw the terrified look on nick's face. she looked at the field and saw two people hugging each other.
autumn was confused. because what was so wrong about two people from different teams to hug? she thought. until one of them received a punch in the face.
autumns eyes widened and she put her hand to her mouth, fastly squinting her eyes after, to recognise the numbers on the back of their shirts. blue shirt, not their school, number 17. she waited until the other one turned, so she could see the others number.
number 3. before she remembered who number 3 was, nick started running down the stairs into the field. number 4, matt, punched 17 away from 3. or at least tried.
3 and 17 were glued to each other. fighting, until 3 took his helmet off, so he could see better. with 17 following him shortly after.
autumn could finally see in 17s face, somewhat. he had black hair and green eyes. he was quickly tucked down on the floor by 3. autumn looked at kika and amelie, just to not find them there. both of the blonds were sprinting down the stairs and autumn decided to follow them.
"david, fucking come on! let him go!" autumn could hear one of 17s teammates shout as she was trying to catch her breath.
"no, no, no!" autumn looked up and saw kika, "no, autumn, you can't be here."
"what the," autumn straightened her back, "what the fuck do you mean? i can be here, too-"
"no, you fucking can't!" kika breathed heavily, "stop being difficult, autumn."
