Calum:
(soccer) "I'm sorry, Y/N but boys are just better at soccer than girls." Captain of your school's boys' soccer team Calum Hood says while tossing the ball between his fingers in front of you on the quad. You and some of the players on the girls' team got there first, but Calum is saying that since the boys are better, they get to use it instead. "Really, bitch?" You raise an eyebrow, "'Kay, fine. There are four of us, and four of you." You gesture to the other players on the boys' varsity, and your fellow varsity players Rachel, Pooja, and Kayleigh, "Play to five for the quad." Calum nods, "Deal." Some time later, it's 4-4 and everyone's gathered to watch two of the most impressive soccer teams in your state duke it out for playing space. Calum gets the ball from mid-fielder Pooja and starts to hurriedly dribble towards you, defense, and your feet are fighting for the ball but you steal it with your badass footwork, and pass it back to Pooja, who dribbles around Luke, and passes it to the offensive player Rachel, who boots it past Ashton, defense, and Michael, goalie, until it soars into the corner of the goal. The four of you cheer and Kayleigh leads you all into a massive group hug, laughing with glee. Calum saunters up to you, so you walk over as well, hand on your hip. "What was that about girls being better than boys?" You cup your hand around your ear, pretending like you can't hear him. He laughs, "I know when I've been beat, congrats Captain." He extends his hand, which you shake. "Thanks." "So... I was just wondering, if you'd like to get some food later." You smile, "Are you asking me out on a date?" "Oh absolutely," He says, confident, "Your soccer skills are fucking hot, and so are you." You look at your players for an okay, and then nod. "Sounds fun, Hood."
Michael:
(hockey) "Remind me why I thought this was a good idea." You ask your best friend, who's sitting next to you at a hockey rink watching the Avalanches vs Nailers game. "Because you wanted to support your boyfriend by coming to a game." She says pointedly, then starts cheering when the Avalanches, your team, get the puck back. One of the players gets smashed into the glass, and you wince. "This is why I go to the practices instead. They're less bloody." You shudder when they leave a smear of blood as they skate off. After the game is finally over, you wait by the lockers for your boyfriend to come out with his team. One of the Nailers comes out before him. You've seen him around, but you don't know his name. "Hey." He says. "Hi." You say, awkwardly. "Waiting for me?" He asks, stepping closer. You move back, but you hit the wall. Shit. He blocks you in by putting his hands on either side of you, caging you in. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Grier?" Michael's voice resounds in the small hallway as he shoves the hockey player off you. Before you even know what's happening, punches are flying and they're on the ground. Your boyfriend told you once that these hockey fights are dangerous and to just wait until they're over so you don't get hurt. But you're scared Mike's gonna get injured badly, so you call for help and respective players from their teams pull them apart and they just walk away, Grier flipping the two of you off, which you ignore. Mike sniffs and wipes gently at his face, blood dripping from his nose and busted lip and you grimace. He smirks and waggles his eyebrows, "Admit it, Y/N. It makes me look sexy."
