forum College RP (CLOSED)

Started January 27, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

"I started skating when I was five, and hockey came a bit after that, so a lot? Higher than I can count, that's for sure." The last sentence was said jokingly, accompanied my her signature grin.

"I meant field hockey players," Reese clarified, standing up and walking back over, the bright white ball in her hand.

"Oh! Few o' those, too! I ran into a team at a McDicks after some big game of theirs, and then they ended up inviting me to the next one. I ended up in the hospital the day of though." She shrugged.

Reese's eyes widened. "Oh, what happened?" she asked worriedly.

"Hockey accident. We were playing this team known for nasty checks, and this guy on the other team slammed me into the glass." She said it nonchalantly, like it wasn't that big of a deal to her.

"Oh my gosh, were you– are you okay?" She dropped the ball on the turf.

"Yup. Just a couple broken ribs. At least all the bleeding was internal, y'know, where the blood's supposed to be!"

"That's not good!" she retorted. "Are you okay now?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?" She was genuinely confused at this point.

"I-I don't know…" Reese stammered. "I just… I don't like when people get hurt. Which might sound kinda weird in this setting…"

"I'm a tough nut to crack, it's gonna take more than some ass body slamming me into the plexiglass to take me out." She started to laugh. "I got banned from our next two games because I beat him up with his own stick."

Reese giggled. "That sounds like Tamika would do – she's our senior captain this year."

"I think her and I might get along well."

Reese nodded. "You probably would – except for one thing."

"Oh?" A raised an eyebrow curiously.

Reese looked at her feet. "Tamika hates me."

"Nope, you're right. We won't get along. Can I…can I ask why?" She took a step closer to Reese.

"Cause I'm a freshman and she's a senior," Reese replied, grinding her shoe into the turf. "And… I'm taking her spot for the first game tomorrow – center forward." Her blush was intense.

"Need me to kick her ass?" It was half a joke, and half serious.

"Oh, no. It's fine," Reese said quietly. "She's just jealous…" She rubbed her forearm absently.

A wrapped an arm around Reese's shoulder, suddenly right next to her, and dramatically waved her hand in an arch. "Jealous of your immeasurable talent and unending beauty!"

She shook her head, but a subtle smile played on her lips. "No…" she declined shyly.

"You can deny it all you want, sweetheart, but the evidence is irrefutable."

"Is it now?" Reese asked, arching her eyebrows.
"Hey, Reese!" a voice called from across the field.

A was nodding when the person shouted, and her head snapped in their direction curiously.

"Oh, God…" Reese muttered. She cleared her throat and yelled back: "Hey, Tamika!"
"Practice isn't for another hour and a half – what are you doing here?" Tamika asked, coming across the field towards them.
"Just getting some extra touches in," Reese replied. She'd tensed up the minute she heard Tamika's voice.

A's arm tightened a fraction around Reese's shoulder, and the grin she directed at Tamika was more like her teeth being bared. She stayed quiet though, waiting on Reese.

"Who's this – your girlfriend? Thought you were straight as an arrow, Reese," Tamika continued, a grin sliding across her lips.
"Stop it, Tamika," Reese replied. "I came here to practice."
"Practice what, a French kiss?" Tamika sneered.
Reese looked away from her enemy and her friend.

"Nah, just teaching me how to use these." A spoke up, tossing her stick in one hand, and her grin got sharper. "Maybe I could practice the drill off of you. Waddya say?"

"Sorry, I don't have time for petty beginners," Tamika replied smoothly, giving A a look of fake pity.
"Don't," Reese whispered.
"Aww, the girl on fire is too scared to defend herself," Tamika laughed.