All I Want [Original Story]

Part 1: Chapter 02

Art! The class where one can achieve creative expression in any way they feel fit. Or in Blair's case, a chance to show off just how shit her drawing skills are. Today's task was to draw and paint self-portraits inspired by the works of Pablo Picasso. Why, you ask? Blair still didn't know. She didn't really want to.

Sam, on the other hand, was a genius with a pencil and paper! Blair had always been in awe at her best friend's skills; she was almost envious.

"How the hell did you get so good?" the blonde asked, looking over to her left at Sam's perfection on paper.

Sam never took her eyes off of the masterpiece in front of her. "Anybody can draw, Blair," she encouraged. "You gotta keep practicing."

"That's such a generic answer." Blair grimaced at her own abysmal work. ...this could be art, right?

"That's because it's the truth," Sam said reassuringly. Because it was true. With enough practice, anything is possible.

However, Blair wasn't convinced, even with Sam's charming smile. She simply huffed and packed her pencils and pens [along with the majority of the class]. Plus, she had to find Rachel quickly to start that interview as soon as possible.

Before long, the bell rang to signal the beginning of lunch break. She didn't know why, but Blair was oddly excited. Hoisting their backpacks onto their shoulders, Blair and Sam followed their classmates out of the classroom. They weren't expecting the girls' football captain to be waiting for them.

"Rachel?" Blair asked incredulously to the girl leaning on the opposite wall. "You're early." Class had just ended! There was no way she'd have gotten here that quickly.

"Great to see you too, Blair." Rachel kicked herself off the wall with her red hightop Converse and made her way towards the gawping duo.

Blair was at a loss for words. "How did you get here so fast?" she asked when she finally found her voice.

"Like imma be stuck in a classroom with Bates for fifty minutes." Rachel's smile was infectious.

Before Blair could comment about her skipping class [in all fairness, she didn't blame her. Mrs. Bates was, to put it bluntly, a fucking bitch!], Sam stepped forward.

"Hi," she greeted, "I'm Sam; Blair's best friend."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam." The captain smacked her hand into Sam's. "I'm sure you're an awesome friend." Rachel winked at her, catching the two friends off guard. Blair noted their coy smiles and still conjoined hands.

She didn't know why, but Blair didn't like it. So, she cleared her throat, snapping the acquaintances out of whatever trance they were captured in. "Let's get on with this interview, shall we?"

Slotting herself in between Sam and Rachel, Blair hooked her arms with theirs and guided them down the hallway.

The quicker they got this interview done, the better.

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"Final question," Blair said, glancing down at her notepad. The interview had been successful thus far. Rachel answered as honestly as possible. Blair jotted in her notepad. Sam's eyes darted between the two, as if attending a tennis match, sucking apple juice through a straw. "Who are your biggest football inspirations?"

"Alex Scott," Rachel responded immediately, her eyes lighting up. "She played for the women's Arsenal team on-and-off between 2002 and 2018, and the official England team between 2004 and 2017. She's now a broadcaster for women's football." The captain got more and more excited with each word, her eyes shining brighter and brighter, smile getting wider and wider. Sam silently noted Blair's own smile and unfocused eyes. "Oh, and she's hella hot!"