Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 42

I tied up my shoelaces and tighten the flannel that was around my waist. Walking up to my mirror, I looked at how I presented myself. Hair in a bun, crop top, really short booty shorts, red flannel, and my black Jordans. And of course, to make me look more ghetto, I put on some big hoops. I was looking pretty decent if I do say so myself. And speaking of decent looking people, Rachel got out of the washroom and came up to look at herself in my mirror. She was actually looking better than me, and we were almost wearing identical clothes.

"I swear to the dressing God's above, you can wear the exact same thing as me, but mange to look better than me." I commented while playing around with my baby hair. She chuckled. "It's probably because of those freckles. Literally anyone with freckles looks ten times better than usual." (Same rule goes for dimples, too)

"You could say that, but you look better than me, period." She said and helped me stablize the wobbly bun on top of my head. "Anyways, enough about bragging about who looks better, we have to go." Agreeing, I grabbed my purse that was on my bed, Rachel did the same and we left, locking the door behind us. We met Jayden and Andrea outside the dorm, and we left, off to where the first activity was held.

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Jumping out of the car, I fixed myself up before entering the buliding the other students was entering. We stood at the back again, since everyone else was surrounding the stage, chanting for Chase to come out. Few minutes later, Chase came out, running onto the stage with a big, and the crowd got even louder.

"Hello students!" He said, and crowd yelled, making him chuckle. "Welcome to the first annual Mama Maria School of The Arts Student Wars event, hosted by Chase The Pretty Boy, shameless promo once again," He winked again and the girls went crazy.

"Yes, tonight, we are playing our first game, which is," a big spinner popped behind him, showing us the options on what the games are. Chase went up and took the spinner into his hand, putting pressure so it would spin. "And tonight's game is.......soccer!" Great, a sport that I don't play. Andrea, on the other hand, was really pipped to play. She had a big smile on.

"You look happy." I commented.

"Of course I am! I used to play soccer a lot when I was little." The red head said. It looked like the other West Coast girls play a lot of sports, so I guess West Coast has a bit of an advantage.

"Ladies, please divide yourself by coast and please, don't hurt yourselves while playing. The boys, eh, not like you ever played rough." The crowed laughed. Soon enough, I was with Rachel and Andrea, mixed with the other girls from the West Coast. Suprised, that girl who I beaten up, wasn't with us, but her friend was. We all turned to face each other to talk about a strategy. Even though none of us knew each other, we had good communities skills.

"So," one of the girls started, "eleven people for the starting line up. You're good a defence, aren't you?" She pointed to Andrea. She nodded violently. "Ok, you're obviously on, now who else?" She scanned the circle of West Coast girls. Few moments later, and that start line up was up and ready, which didn't include me. But Rachel was on the lime with Andrea as well.

With our eleven players ready, the West Coast went out of the bulding and onto the felid that we were playing on. While I went on to sit on the bench, Rachel and Andrea were getting ready, and while doing so, they had this rough look of determination on their faces. A look I've never seen. Maybe it's a sign for the other team to watch out.

"Oi, hold this." Rachel called out, snapping me out of my hard thinking. I blinked and held out my hands, seeing that she tossed me the flannel that was around her waist. Finishing up with her shoelaces, Rachel went on to the court with with the other West Coast girls, who were facing East Coast. And oh boy, East Coast had some people who would actually kill you if you rubbed them worng way.

The girls said our 'Let's play', before going off to their side of the field. The two sophomore, one from eirther side, went up to the referee to flip a coin. The East won and took the ball, instantly kicking it once the sophomores got to the net, making her teammates run down to our side of the field. The East was so quick, they grabbed the ball while running to our side.

But lucky us, Andrea, with her blood red hair now tied all the way up, and still had determination written all over her face, snatched the ball away from the opponent, and ran all the way up to the net, kicking it and giving us our first goal. The red head came back to our side of the field,  with a smile on her face as she high five one of our teammates.

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"(Y/N), correct?" One of the girls asked while she carried another girl over her. After thirty minutes of play time, the West Coast called a time out because a player fell and twisted her ankle. All the other girls who were previously on the field went over to grab a water bottle.

"Yes?" I repiled, getting ready to go on the felid once the time out was over.

"Here," The brunette handed me our injured teammate. "Take care of her first," a frown came on my face as I thought I was going on. Guess I wasn't.

"And after, get ready 'cause you're on." I smirked, gaining back confidence. I took the bruised teammate and sat her on the bench, taking off her shoe so I could see the problem. Once I did, I could see that her ankle was badly twisted. It was basically inside out.

"Am I- am I gonna die?" The blonde, clearly out of breath, asked while even more tears started to fall. I grabbed a water bottle and a ice pack, handing her the bottle, and plcing the ice on her ankle.

"No, you're not," I reassured her. "You're going to be alright. Now here, hold the ice like this and don't move." She nodded, wiped her tears and took the ice into her own hands. I then got up, dusted myself off of some dirt, and finally got ready for play. I took off the flannel around my waist, took off my my hoop earings and tied my shoelaces.

"Ah, you're finally on," Rachel commented while I was tying my (H/C) hair up. She was dripping sweat, and frankly, she looked way hotter than usual. I bet when I sweat, I looked like a boiling potato.

"Yes, and now starting to envy you." She chuckled.

"Don't, I'm not that pretty. Especially when I-" The referee's whistle sounded, meaning we had two seconds to get onto the court. "Oh well, time to see you sweat tonight." Rachel grinned.

"Yeah right." I followed with her facial expressions. "Let's go," I grabbed her arm and dragged her onto the field. It was our kick off, so one of the sophomores went out to kick it in. I got into my position, having one of the players from the opposite team standing near me.

"You skinny bitch, you have no chance of getting this." They teased. I grinned, laughing evilly.

"Fuck off, will ya?" I repiled just when the referee's whistle went off again, and the sophomore kicked the ball to me. I bumped the opponent from getting the ball and ran up to the net, passing it to Rachel, which she kicked in. I high five her as we went back onto our side of the field.

(AN: From the first 500 words in the chapter, to the last 500 words in here, did I somehow improve? Did my words become more detailed as the chapter went on and did it form an image in your head? I'm asking because the first half of this chapter, I wrote at home, while the last half, I wrote in school because why not? Anyways, you're opinion is really needed here, and also your opinion on which parts I'm lacking and née to be better in. Thanks. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)