𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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BLAIR MILLER
I piled up onto the bus with the boy's soccer team, not knowing who to sit by.
I settled on sitting in the seat in the far back, that way I'd have it to myself.
This was a game in San Diego for the boys, but one of the guys on the team was out. They did have a backup, but the coach suggested I should play instead for the sake of the sponsor shit doing well.
For the money, right?
We were staying the night here like we usually did for the games that were outside of Los Angeles.
I shoved my AirPods into my ears, ignoring the teenage boys surrounding me. I didn't want to hear about their shenanigans. It was all pointless shit.
I felt a presence.
I lifted my head up, seeing Tom.
"Scoot over. I got here late and there's no spots on the bus left."
Hell no.
"Switch with someone else then, I'm not letting you sit beside me." I threw my legs up on the seat, he flipped his eyes.
I'm not moving.
Tom threw my legs off of the seat, sitting on the edge.
Fine then.
I pressed as close to the window as possible. Staring out for a little while.
This is going to be one hell of a bus ride.
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I went out of the girl's locker room, all suited up in our school's colors.
I joined the boys in the hallway, Tom was planning our plays and what we'd do if specific things happened during the game.
"If Blair and I are in your reach, you pass it to us. You don't run with the ball like a fucking idiot." Tom glared at his teammates.
Well, that isn't the approach I'd use to be encouraging. But y'know.
"Me?" I placed a finger on my chest.
I wanted him to admit I was good.
"You're fast and small, you can maneuver past the guys quicker than some of us." Luke quickly responded, goddammit.