Sanders sides one shots and mini stories

Badminton (Prinxiety)

Ok so in this chapter, I'm kind of basing Virgil off of me (a triggered badminton player) and Roman off of one of my friends (that one bitch that says badminton and tennis are the same), except for the romance part. This whole story is true, except for the dares and the ending, they were different.

Virgil Shadows, a high school junior, sucked at sports. He couldn't kick, throw or bat a ball to save his life, but when he tried a sport that he found he was actually good at, he was surprised to say the least.

Badminton.

Now, for all of you who don't know what the sport badminton is, it's the sport that's like tennis, you play with a shuttlecock. The thing that spongebob did in that one episode. It's like gay tennis.

Roman Kingsly, on the other hand, was the school's top jock. He was good at every sport imaginable, made every sports team and was captain of all of them, or so he thought.

Roman was roaming around the school one day, finding the large auditorium doors cracked open. Being the curious peice of shit he is, he pushed it open just a little more and took a peak inside.

Inside, he found students playing... tennis? No, it couldn't be tennis, tennis club was just dissmised 30 minutes ago. They were playing with longer, thinner rackets. The net was raised off of the ground and there were no tennis balls, just weird little net things with the round top.

Intrigued by this new sport, he stepped inside. He watched for a little bit and started crinkling up his nose and tilting his head in a confused manner as the players hit the shuttle (he learned the name of it) back and forth.

He walked over to the equipment table and picked up a practice racket, examining it carefully, when all of a sudden he heard a person clear their throat.

He turned around to be met by a dude with large dark sunglasses covering his eyes, and a frappe from starbucks. He had a sassy hand on his hip and was looking skeptical at Roman.

"Why the hell are you touching a racket, you don't seem to be on the team?" He asked, still gazing at Roman.

This guy had a whistle around his neck, so Roman assumed that he must've been the captain or something.

"I apologize sir, I just happened to be walking by when I spotted an intriguing sport, I simply wanted to try it out, that's all." Roman responded.

"Try it out? Alright. Let me just call one of my members. His name is Patton, he'll show you the ropes-" the coaches sentence was abruptly cut off.

"Yeah, no. I don't really think you need to do that, seems easy enough." Roman said, waving him off and examining the layout of the court.

The coach, taken aback, began again. "Don't you think you should at least know the rules-" the coach was cut of by the annoying prince boy yet again.

"Nah, I mean it should be easy. It's just like tennis right?" Roman said, very ignorantly.

At this point half of the entire badminton team were looking at him skeptically, Roman was oblivious to their scorning stares and continued to look at the equipment.

The coach had it at that sentence.
"Fine" he said, through gritted teeth. No one dare disrespect his sport like that. "Scince you're so sure of yourself, why don't you play a match to test your skill?" The coach said, his plan clear in his mind.

At the sound of the words, 'test your skill', Roman was already picking up a racket and spinning to face the coach. "But of course! I should at least have a chance to show off my skill on the first day!"

Half of the badminton team, including the coach was snickering.

"Roman, that's a squash racket; the badminton rackets are over there." The coach pointed out.

Roman blushed in embarrassment, putting back the squash racket and taking a correct one.

"Anyway, where's this opponent of mine?" Roman asked with a smirk on his face, almost as if he knew he was going to win already.

"Virgil!?" The coach called out.

A cute little emo boy came walking up toward him.

"Virgil this is Roman, Roman this is Virgil. You two will be playing against each other." Coach said, looking between the both of them.

"Ha! You expect me to lose to this emo nightmare?! In fact how about we make a bet!" Roman proposed, a little too confident in his skills.

"What bet?" The emo-Virgil said finally looking up to met his eyes, then turning away again.

"How about, if I win, I get to take you on a date..." Roman said, winking at the emo.

This caused Virgil's face to light up in flames, so much so, that it could be seen under his white foundation.

Never the less, Virgil took the bet, adding on a part of his own. "And if I win, you have to...hmmmm...how about, lick the bathroom floor."

Roman simply waved it off, in his head, there was no way he could lose.

And so the match started.

Virgil chose to receive for the first move, and the game continued from there, with the coach as the scorer.

"Service over!"

"Fault!"

"Let!"

"Game!"

"Short!"

"Out!"

"Wrong side!"

"MATCH!!"

Roman sulked down to the floor in defeat. The final score was 1-21, 0-21 with Virgil's service.

In other words for non-badminton players.
Virgil friggin kicked his ass. Very badly.

And in less than a minute, Roman was on his hands and knees, on the boys bathroom floor, regretting his life choices.

He lost the bet, and now had to pay the consequences. So, hesitantly, he leans toward to bathroom floor and gave it a looooong lick, with the whole team watching, the girl members watching from outside.

After he was done, he recoiled in disgust, immediately running to wash his tounge off in the sink. The whole team walked out laughing, except Virgil. He felt bad.

As Roman was crinckling his nose in disgust and shame, casting his eyes down to the floor, Virgil handed him a peice of paper.

"You may have lost, but you still scored ;)" Virgil Said, walking out of the bathroom.

It wasn't until Roman looked at the paper that he realised what Virgil was talking about.

Virgil Shadows- *** *** ****
Call me ;)

Roman was ecstatic! He couldnt stop smiling for the whole day. And he got thinking.

'I should go to badminton club more often'