After the team's gathering after the loss, Kristie bursts out of the room, energetically walking toward her dorm : today, she's had enough. She got forty five minutes of playtime, and was tackled about fifteen times - clean tackles, but still, frustrating - and didn't even manage to pass the ball correctly. So she is quite upset with herself at the moment, and isn't even able to send her sister a congratulations text, mostly because she doesn't think Stanford should still be able to compete after all that happened. Of course Hope Solo and her friends were responsible, and it should probably not penalize the whole team - whatever Kristie says to herself, she knows she's pissed and bitter.
When she hears footsteps behind her, she rolls her eyes and doesn't even bother turning around. Instead, she just snaps :
"I don't want any kind of human interaction, go away."
A soft laugh elevates in the quiet night, and Kristie immediately stops walking. Of course Gibby must've seen she wasn't okay. Of course the brunette would've run after her because she knew Kristie somehow needed company.
But the blonde is not ready to surrender, so Gibby says :
"I thought you wouldn't mind if it was me"
Her teasing tone makes Kristie smirk and turn around. When she finds herself face to face with Gibby, who only is three steps away, she shakes her head.
"For real, I need loneliness" the blonde insists, raising her eyebrows.
"No, I won't leave you alone now" Gibby firmly says. "You wanna know why ?"
"No, go away" Kristie groans.
But the freshman is quite persistent and never really listened to anything Kristie was trying to use as orders. So she says :
"Because if I leave you alone, you'll spend the night outside, getting wasted with people you don't know, blaming yourself for the loss. So this is not going to happen. Besides, I don't want you to sleep with some dude while drunk."
Kristie raises her eyebrows.
"Would you be jealous ?"
Gibby throws a death glare at her.
"I guess you know the answer already." she only says, before taking those lacking steps.
She wraps her arms around Kristie's neck, getting on her toes, before crashing her lips on the blonde's. Kristie is too shook to realize what is going on - like, her actually feeling something in her stomach and heart is a first when someone kisses her - so she doesn't move a bit, but it doesn't seem to bother Gibby, who is very smoothly kissing Kristie's lips. So when the blonde is snapped out of her trance with butterflies in her stomach - ugh, what have I become ? she thinks to herself, rolling her eyes at herself - she aggressively wraps her arms around Gibby's waist, holding her as close as she can, deepening the kiss.
But the younger girl pulls away a little bit, leaving Kristie with no choice but stop kissing her. But when Gibby shyly tries to escape Kristie's embrace, she only can go as far as the realization that the blonde isn't letting go. So they stare into each other's eyes, before Kristie cracks the biggest smile she's ever had and says :
"I think you like me, Giblet."
The brunette blushes, but keeps her chin up.
"Don't flatter yourself, Mewie" she lets out in a defying tone. "You're not my style."
