Brittany spent the last half of practice clapping and cheering for the members of the club alongside Chewy from Twice, who Brittany noticed was less bubbly than usual. Weird.
After another hour, Coach blew the whistle and the team huddled around for a pep talk or something. They ended practice with a cheer and Chase jogged back over to Brittany's place on the bleachers.
"So," he started. "What'd you think?"
"I don't know much about sports, but I'll say you're okay since you saved my face back there," Brittany said with a smile.
Chase laughed. It was ugly. He sounded like a hyena. Even the hair matched.
"I'll take it," he replied.
"I have to run to the locker room, I'll be back in a sec," Chase promised before dashing off.
Brittany directed her attention back to Chewy from Twice, who had, once again, started yapping.
"Just shut up!" The voice in Brittany's head exclaimed. Sometimes she wondered if she was a bad person. (Kinda.)
Brittany didn't catch any of what she was saying, but it didn't matter as she was cut off by someone coming to talk to Brittany. It was the west side's server. She eyed him coyly. He wasn't that bad, except for his hair. It looked soft and wavy, but it was SILVER, giving him the appearance of a fit old man. Just him looking at her made Brittany feel like the victim of some heinous pedophilic crime.
"Hey. I wanted to apologise for earlier. My bad. It's lucky Chase was there. I'm Sugar," he said, shyly.
"Sugar? Like from BTS or Haikyuu?" Chewy from Twice spoke up.
"He wasn't talking to you!" Brittany voiced silently, glaring furiously at Chewy from Twice. Chewy from Twice glared back.
Sugar, obviously oblivious to the tension he'd created, giggled and said "both. WuW"
How the hell he said wuw out loud I do not know. However, he didn't say "woo" or any other variation of that sound. He said the emoji.
"Give me your phone," Brittany said to him, just to piss Chewy from Twice off.
"I thought you and Chase...?" He questioned. Brittany couldn't stop staring at the mole below his lower lip. It might've been cute if it didn't have a long brown hair growing out of it. She shook herself back to her senses and forced a smile. Gross.
"It's nothing like that. Give me your phone." How could he resist Brittany, the most popular abg in the history of the world?
He silently handed his phone over to her, eyes widening as Chewy from Twice snatched it viciously from Brittany's hand.
"Ew, seriously? An android? I feel sick just having to hold this," Chewy from Twice sneered.
"Nobody told you to," Sugar retorted. "Give it back."
Chewy from Twice drew her arm back, getting ready to throw the phone when someone grabbed Chewy from Twice's wrist aggressively.
"What the-"
Chewy from Twice looked over Chewy from Twice's shoulder to find Ashton Ryder standing behind Chewy from Twice, a placid stare replacing his usual tense facial expression.
What was it with these people and appearing out of nowhere?
Admist the couple's heated staring contest, Brittany rolled her eyes. She fished the phone from Chewy from Twice's clenched fist (Ashton had released his grip on Chewy from Twice's wrist.) and handed it back to Sugar.
He grinned mischivously.
"You forgot to give me your number," he pointed out.
The whole fight about the stupid android had left her in a sour mood, but she supposed it was her fault for leading this dumb chump on in the first place so she gave it to him, making a point to add a yarn emoji next to her name instead of a heart.
If that didn't get the message across she didn't know what would.
She was saved from the awkward silence that would've followed by Chase, who she spotted coming out of the changing room.
She shoved the phone back into Sugar's hand and made a beeline for him. Android users do nothing but kill the mood.
