Tia and Jordan, don't they hate one another?
They're like chalk and cheese, he's the 'it' boy, life of every party and blankets the world in sarcasm. She's judgemental, opinionated and already has major trust issues when it comes to Jordan and his...
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If there was ever one word capable of invoking the absolute fear of god into me it would be penalties.
I just didn't bode well under pressure. All of those eyes watching me in the stands, floodlights putting me under a spotlight, everyone relying on my score to win the game, it made me nervous.
So nervous I would overthink the whole shot and completely fuck it up.
The faces up there all merged into one big blur of colour. Only one stood out. A single person in the crowd caught my attention above all the rest, every time.
She came to every game, sat in the same seat each week, hands wrapped around a coffee cup as usual, eyes flaming with competition, betting so fiercely on us to win.
God, I'm such an idiot.
For three weeks I lay awake trying to think of ways I could bump into her. I practiced asking her to hang out and could never get the vocabulary right without making it sound like I wanted to ask her on a date.
Maybe that's exactly why I couldn't get the wording right, because I did want to ask her out on a date.
Like a lovestruck loser, I changed my routes around campus to ones I knew she specifically walked.
I tried to get changed super fast after my games because that was always the one place I could count on her being, so us bumping into each other then would've seemed natural.
I thought about asking Olive for her number but then I changed my mind because that's childish not to mention creepy.
Then my chance finally came around and I couldn't believe it.
She walked into that library and my heart did summer-salts. I thought I was imagining it. All of that practicing and preparation but in the moment I just forgot how to act, what to say, what to do.
I sat there, robotic in my chair typing out the alphabet over and over again to make it seem like I was working hard.
She ignored me, she wasn't interested.
Either that or, neither one of us knew how to address the other. It was awkward and I got nervous which naturally, made me cocky.
Here I was trying to play it cool, fixated on my ABC's and what happens?
I end up breaking her laptop.
I felt so incredibly guilty that I rushed straight to trying to fix the problem instead of acknowledging what I did wrong and apologising for it.
