VIOLET

Chapter 1

"And this is the stadium! Any questions?" The peppy orientation leader announced. 

I looked around the university campus without focusing on anything. The rest of the group didn't respond, so the leader continued. "Okie dokie- lets move to check out the- oh wait, everyone!"

I wanted to groan in annoyance. After being pulled around campus for four hours, I just wanted to find a bench and sleep on it. 

"Our national champions! Hey guys-" 

I watched as a team of sweaty boys walked out of the stadium, with soccer balls under their arms and in netted bags which sagged over their backs. They all wore fvck-off faces, glancing at our group with disinterest.

Our group leader smiled nervously.

Okay, great. 

I looked up at the sky, praying that this tour would be over soon.

If I sneaked out now, would they care? 

But then I wouldn't get the free university merchandise...

Well, fvck me. 

I sighed angrily, gripping the stupid itinerary sheet and complimentary university string plastic bag. I zoned out of what the orientation lady was saying, but I saw the feet in front of me moving, so I started moving too.

Thud

I hit something hard, but not muscular... more like bone.

"Oh!" A light voice said. I looked up, holding my nose. 

A tall boy, around 6' 3" stood. He was thin and quirky looking. His glasses were fogged up, and his hands were full with soccer equipment. Nobody was helping him as he balanced 20 cones and 3 balls, along with a net slung over his shoulder. 

He didn't look like a soccer guy, and he didn't wear the same uniforms they did. His looked more like fan-wear, like he wasn't allowed on the team but he really wanted to be.

I automatically felt bad for him.

"No worries," I dismissed, watching my tour group leave without me. The free merchandize gods were flipping me off as I watched.

Whatever.

These seconds with this guy was already better than all four hours with them. I looked back at him, seeing the sweat budding on his forehead. "Did you get forced into carrying all this?" 

"Ah- ha-ha," He said nervously, "I'm the manager. I kinda signed up for this."

I watched as the team left without him. They were all clapping each other on their sweaty backs, heading off to who-knows-where, leaving this poor guy behind with too much equipment to handle. When I looked back at him, his glasses were de-fogging. His dark brown eyes matched his dusty blonde hair. 

"Suureee." I frowned, raising an eyebrow at him. He shrugged, holding a helpless smile. 

Those guys really just left him...

That pissed me off.

Sighing, I rolled up my sleeves and held out my hands. "Alright, where are we taking these?"

He blushed, his eyes widening and he shook his head vehemently. "I-I got it, you don't have to worry about me-"

"Really..."I looked at him expectantly.

"Wil." He responded, blushing harder.

"Really, Wil!" I exclaimed, smiling at him as he squirmed. "You can barely walk on your own with all this stuff. I know you're not going far, just to the locker room or something, right?"

He nodded, and I put my hands on my hips. "Then why won't you let a friend help you out?"

He looked down at all his stuff before finally letting a slow smiled spread on his lips. "O-okay. Thank you for this."

He handed me a couple of balls, and I took half the cones. He carried the rest. "We only need to walk 2 blocks down to put these in the athletic center."

"Lead the way, amigo." I laughed as I watched him blush again and take the lead. He was cute and clumsy, but very polite.

After a few moments of us walking in silence, he glanced back at me.

"I'm sorry to take you away from your group."

"Oh God no, you saved me Wil. I was looking for an excuse to leave. I'm just bummed about the free stuff they'd give out at the end." I sighed, still feeling a little upset over the lost opportunity. 

"Oh, that? The office has a ton of stuff lying around. I could give you some if you'd like-"

"Are you serious?" I gasped. "That would be amazing!"

"Haha, it's the least I could do since you're helping me out." He responded before slowing down to a revolving door. He stepped in, pushing against the door. I stepped through too, walking in step with the door. Cool air hit me, along with that new car smell. 

The athletic building was clean and sporty. Sounds of sneakers quaking and balls bouncing echoes across the walls. 

"Over here!" Wil called, and I followed him to a back room. It was the coach's room, and it was all sorts of cluttered. There was a ton of trophies on the wall behind a glass case. They were all proudly polished, and I'm pretty sure they were the only things in the room that were actually cared for.  

"Wow, some team..." I mumbled, letting Wil take the stuff out of my hands.

"Yeah," Wil chuckled. "The coach is an idiot, but that doesn't matter since we have Callan."

I turned, looking back at Wil. I raised a brow, watching as he began organizing the papers on the coach's desk. Damn, he really did everything, didn't he? He looked up at me, smiling that hopeless smile again. I turned back to the trophies, looking at my own reflection in the perfectly clean glass. I saw my dark shoulder-length hair and dark eyes. "What do you mean? Who is Callan?"

"You don't know?" Wil laughed, and I head him walking over. I watched as he dramatically flipped his short hair and took off his glasses. His posture completely changed and he winked at me. When he spoke, his voice was ten octaves lower. "I'm the best damn player on the team."

I looked at him for a second before bursting out into laughter. "Wooooow, he sounds irresistible."

Wil's smile was goofy, and he put his glasses back on. "He's amazing, really brings the team together. I wish he didn't keep getting kicked off,  though. Without him, we always lose, and then Coach has to bring him back."

"What an irresistible bad boy." I snorted, turning away from the trophies.

"Most girls seem to think so," Wil said, and there was a twinge of sadness in his voice. He quickly recovered, shrugging his shoulders and smiling again. "Well, thank you..."

"Violet." 

"Violet," He said, holding up a set of keys. "I believe I owe you some valued sportswear."

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