forum College RP (CLOSED)

Started January 27, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

She leaned in close, the smile going nowhere. "I suggest you watch it with the cheating, because I'm watching you." Then she stepped away, winking at Reese, and went back to her spot.

"We each missed one," Tamika mumbled. "Round 4."
Tamika's shot went in easy – it could've counted as a pass.
Reese's was like a bullet, both perfectly accurate and incredibly powerful.

A stayed quiet this time, but sent Reese a thumbs up. Antagonizing Tamika was fun, but if it caused her to snap, that could end badly.

Tamika lifted the ball into the net for her fifth shot.
Reese decided to wing it. She reverse-chipped the ball into the top, opposite corner.

(This shot: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUziZyzwjK4)

((i love rping with you because i keep learning things and seeing cool shit
She's amazing. A thought to herself as she watched. Not a pro my ass.

(Lol, thanks! ;D That just made my day.)

Reese squealed a little after the shot went in. Tamika narrowed her eyes. "Six."
They were even so far.
Tamika aimed for the far corner and hit the post. She cursed.
Reese lifted the ball, but it went waaaaaaay over the cage. Instead of cursing, she laughed.

"Nice shot!" A called jokingly, the humor evident on her voice and smile.

"Thank you!" Reese replied, laughing happily. A sudden CRACK startled her. Tamika had already taken her next shot.
Reese turned and performed a drag flick that made it to the net but wasn't spectacular by any means. She made a face.

"Three more, just in case you are somehow worse at counting than me." She knew it was unnecessary to state, but she was having fun,. She really does look good kicking ass.

They both scored their next two shots. It was tied – and down to the final shot.
Tamika wound up for a drive and smacked the ball as hard as she could. CRACK.
She smirked. "Beat that, freshie."

A found herself crossing her fingers, something she hadn't done since she was a kid. "Come on, you got this." She whispered, knowing Reese couldn't hear her.

Reese exhaled slowly and tapped the ball out in front of her. Drive. It happened quickly. So quickly that if you hadn't been paying attention, you probably would've missed it. Yet at the same time, it was in slow motion. Tamika reached out her stick. Reese readied her backswing. Tamika hooked the stick on Reese's ankle. Reese swung, but her foot was pulled out from underneath her. Reese didn't finish her swing – she hit the astroturf and gasped, the wind momentarily knocked out of her.

A swore, racing across the field to Reese. "You alright?"

Reese nodded, but she'd landed heavily on her shoulder and it hurt.

"Here, let me help you up so I can beat the shit out of your pathetic excuse for a captain." She held out her hand.

"Don't," she moaned quietly, taking A's hand.
Tamika had stood up in the meantime.

A pulled her up and made sure she had her footing before turning a shockingly cold look look on Tamika. "So this is how you run your team? With anger and abuse?"

"A, don't," Reese repeated, rubbing her shoulder.
"A? A is your name?" Tamika asked. "Couldn't get past the first letter?"

"It's less of a mouthful for people like you t' try an' pronounce. Y'know, dumb asshole jocks?"

Tamika narrowed her eyes spitefully. "You go picking fights often?"
"A…" Reese begged.

"When I know it's worth it, yeah. You go around bein' a bitch often?" A smile made it's way onto her face, the same one she had leveled at the girl earlier.

Tamika scowled. "Only when people piss me off. And you seem to be doing a very good job of that."

"Thanks, it's a talent of mine." And then she turned her back to Tamika, focusing on Reese. "D'ya think you dislocated it, or just need t' ice it?" Referring to the injured shoulder.

Reese shook her head. "I don't kn- A!" Reese used her forearm to block Tamika from lunging at A.

She laughed. "God, you really are predictable. Reese, you can let her go."

Tamika glared at Reese, then A. "You'll both regret this," she sneered.

"I've regretted plenty of things in life." A turned around, an amused smile on her face. "Kicking your ass won't be one." She gently wrapped her arm around Reese's shoulders, careful not to hurt the injured one, and steered her away, towards where her bag was. "Adios, fucker. Till we meet again."

Reese leaned against A, her whole upper body tired. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don' be, sweetheart. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's bullies." She managed to support Reese and use her foot to toss her bag up, catching it, and doing the same with her jacket. "You live near campus, or should I take you to my dorm?"

"I have a dorm," she managed. "I have to put the hockey balls back."