Champions in the Making // UTS Sequel

Chapter Two

A hot-tempered man stirs up strife, but he who is slow to anger quiets contention. Proverbs 15:18

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"So then he was like 'you coming to the football game tomorrow night' and I was like 'of course!' and then he smiled at me! He freaking smiled at me Chey!" Sav explained, practically drooling as she described her recent encounter with Jackson Miles to me. I rolled my eyes, dropping my bag to the floor as we reached our cafeteria table and sat down, opening up my chicken salad. The room was bustling full of hungry students, rushing to get first in line, or sitting in their separate groups, and the humid summer air made my head ache.

"Cheyenne? Are you even listening to me right now!" I turned to look back at my best friend sheepishly, as she stared at me, her arms folded over her chest with a pathetic pout on her face.

"Sorry Sav, but you really need to stop obsessing over Jackson Mile-" I hadn't even finished my sentence before I was cut off by a half-eaten strawberry hitting my cheek, Sav glaring at me, her cheeks flushed a shade of pink I didn't know was possible. 

"Shhhhh, you can't go round saying things like that, he could have heard you!" She hissed, frantically spinning around to check he hadn't overheard from his table. I rolled my eyes, picking up a fork and starting on my salad. I saw Troy wave at me from the other side of the cafeteria, walking over to join us, and I waved back, shuffling over to make space.

"So should I go or not?!" Sav nagged, looking at me with frustration at my lack of interest.

I shrugged, "I really don't mind Sav, yes?"

She was about to answer back when the packed room fell silent, a few whispers and shuffling of seats echoing around the eerie silence. I looked around in confusion, before my eyes fell on a girl I'd never seen before, who stood at the large entrance to the cafeteria, her expression blank as she examined the room. She was fairly tall, and wore black skinny jeans ripped at the knee and a deep blue crop-tank that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair fell in long brunette waves, her make-up was flawless, and her face showed no emotion as she looked for a seat, obviously not bothered by the hundreds of eyes that were currently set on her alone.

"Who is that?" Sav whispered across the table. I simply shook my head unknowingly, clueless to who this new girl was or why she was here. Troy's caught my eye as I saw his figure rush out the back doors, the heavy iron doors shutting behind him with a loud slam. Fortunately, the loud bang brought the room back to reality, and it resumed it's former chaos. I breathed out a sigh of relief before quickly standing and heading out in the direction Troy had gone, muttering a quick explanation to Savannah.

The halls were fairly empty, but teens still wandered through them, opening and closing lockers, and chatting in small groups to friends. I couldn't see any sign or Troy anywhere, and after checking his locker and a few of the classrooms, I gave up and started back to the cafeteria.

I was nearly back when I turned a corner sharply and slammed into a tall figure, I cried out as I was knocked aside, my bag sliding against the floor before coming to a stop as it hit into the opposite wall. Fuming I stood, brushing off my denim skirt and looking for the culprit who hadn't even offered me a hand up. My eyes landed on a familiar darkly-dressed guy, casually walking away in the opposite direction with his hands dug into his jean pockets. I narrowed my eyes and started over to confront him, but then decided against it, recognising him as the same guy I'd crashed into a while back, and he hadn't exactly given an apology... In fact, he'd given me quite the exact opposite.

Feeling quite frustrated with how my day was going so far, I glumly picked up all my books, fixed my hair, and swung my bag back over my shoulder, starting back to the cafeteria with my head held high in an attempt to feel more successful. The cafeteria was still loud and bustling with life, and I slumped back into my seat, running a hand through my hair in frustration.