Ariana Grande | G!P Original Character
In the biting winds of November New York, Scar finds herself trapped at a chaotic football game, a spectacle dominated by fraternity pride and exaggerated bravado. Absentmindedly sipping her caramel frappuccino...
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SCARLETTE
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With a resigned sigh, I felt the cool air escape my lips, which were adorned with shiny gloss and meticulously lined in black. November in New York had always been notorious for its biting winds, and today was no exception—each gust felt like a reminder of the city's unrelenting chill.
My hand gradually encased the cup of a caramel frappuccino, its sweet aroma mixing with the crisp air, as I absentmindedly lifted the straw to my lips, drawing in the sugary beverage while my gaze drifted aimlessly.
The scene before me was nothing short of absurd: a chaotic football game that had devolved into a clash of fraternity pride, with one side fighting for honor and the other for dignity. It was a spectacle of exaggerated bravado and passionate loyalty, yet all I could think about was how pointless it seemed amidst the stark reality of autumn in the city. The only reason I found myself here was for my best friend, who was pursuing what she humorously referred to as her "spade." It made me think of it as just another one of her playthings, another fleeting interest in her barbie world.
"When can we get out of here?" I complained, leaning against the railing and turning my back to the game. "Sitting here watching these guys care only about their pride and dignity feels like pure torture. Seriously."
My friend Blair pushed her lips together, a habit she'd had since we were kids. She rolled her eyes at me, pulled a lollipop from her pocket, and unwrapped it before popping it in her mouth. "We'll leave when Kaz scores a point and wins me my money. But honestly, I'm enjoying this. I love watching those muscles flex; it's a win for me and a loss for you," she said, pulling the lollipop out to flash her beautiful smile, her dimples deepening as the wind tossed her hair around. "Plus, you're finally going to meet your favorite celebrity—my cousin! Just endure this for once; your dream is coming true, Scar. She's on her way."
She was right.
I wasn't just here for Blair; I was here because my enduring, almost pathetic crush on her cousin lingered even eight years later—the same amount of time since I'd first laid eyes on her. The thought of seeing her again after all these years was enough motivation to keep me glued to my seat, no complaints. It was a mix of excitement and anxiety that churned in my stomach, urging me to keep my eyes on the game, even if every muscle-flexing moment felt like torture.
