Chapter 1

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I walked out onto the rugby and immediately groaned in annoyance.

Not again.

For the third time this month, we have to share a pitch with the Bears. Ugh, what a basic name. The schedules must have gotten mixed up again.

I was the first of my team out of the locker room, (which if I'm being honest, happens like never), so I walked over to the other team's captain, Oliver Harrison. He was tall, and I mean TALL, and reallyyyyy muscly. He was a little chubby in way that I might have found attractive if I didn't hate his guts so much. He always left his curly black hair untamed, which irritated me to no end, and his ears stuck out of his unruly locks adorably.

"Yo, Harrison! Schedules get mixed up again?" I yelled over at him once I got close enough.

"Guess so!" He yelled back in his deep voice.

I threw my head back and sighed, frustrated.

"Why does this always happen?" I thought, but I must have said it out loud because some girl on the other team said "Hey, we're not happy about it either!"

Oliver, probably.

"You, on the other hand, should be fainting at the idea of training next to us. It's an honor some people would kill for." Half the team burst into giggles.

Yep, that teasing tone definitely belonged to him.

I just raised an eyebrow and stared at the team. And then I stared, and stared, and stared. The laughter quieted down eventually.

Once the pitch was completely silent, I spoke again.

"You really should try to get over yourself, Harrison" I said coolly "I'm surprised you don't trip on the field with an ego so big. I mean, how can you even see at all with so much arrogance clouding your vision."

It's safe to say that this time, the Bears did not laugh, but some of my teammates, who probably joined me on the field while I was distracted, did. In fact, they laughed so loud that someone on the other team threw a football (where did that come from?) at Imogen, one of my props. Her electric blue hair flashed in the corner of my eye as she caught the ball and chucked it right back at the player who threw it.

I sighed for what felt like the 100th time that day. This was going to be a long practice.

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