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[skye abigail kimball]

It was an unseasonably warm day for March. The sun was shining brilliantly, making the grass seem greener and the sky bluer. The sky above was almost cloudless, and it was a perfect day for sports. All throughout last class Skye had been gazing wistfully out the window, wishing she could be outside kicking a soccer ball around. By the time the last bell rang, she was ready to sprint outside in her school shoes and skirt. That, however, would not have been the brightest idea, because the brunette's plaid skirt was, in true school-girl fashion, making its way up her legs. Her navy knee socks were slipping down to her ankles, but Skye was too distracted to pull them up. Besides, bending over might have given any guy watching a quick flash of her black spandex dance shorts. Hurrying back to her room, she changed out of her polo and skirt into a pair of black and green track pants with a loose grey top. Underneath her track pants were soccer shorts and rugby socks in preparation for practice in an hour. Clutching her cleats in one hand and her red and white soccer ball in the other, Skye headed out to the main field across from the academic building.

Once out there, she plopped herself down ungracefully and skilfully unlaced her sneakers, a pair of black knock-off Converse. She switched into her cleats and shimmied out of her track jacket, folding it and leaving it with her stuff by the goal post. Getting up, Skye headed towards the middle of the field. She started off with a few laps of the field, her ponytail brushing against her bare arms as she moved. Once she was panting and her leg muscles felt looser, she dribbled the ball around the field, setting up for a goal kick. Drawing back her leg, the girl hit the ball squarely with the inside of her foot. The orb took off, soaring high and bouncing off the top of the net and rebounding. Skye jumped to trap it with her legs and gently tapped the soccer ball back in. She retrieved it and kicked it around a few more times. She couldn't entirely focus for whatever reason, and the ball kept on bouncing off the sides or top of the nets. The goalposts made a loud clunking noise whenever hit, much to Skye's frustration. Obviously, she wasn't too pleased with how her aim was today. Normally, the brunette knew that she'd be the first to blame her lack of skills on the weather, being tired, or feeling off. But today, she knew a little more practice would help to straighten her kicks out. She didn't have the strongest kick ever, but usually Skye was accurate. However, today seemed to be the exception. Annoyed, she sat down in the center of the field, picking a few blades of grass and tightening her laces. She twirled the muddy black strings around her fingers briefly before retying them. However, sitting like this was comfortable and Skye felt no urge to go back to missing the net. At this point, she was feeling a little lonely in the bright sunshine. She was kind of wishing that that someone would come out and at least take a few kicks on the net with her.

Checking her phone quickly, Skye noted that she had forty-five minutes before she was due on Richardson field for rugby practice. The breeze lifted her hair and she smiled at the feeling. Slightly bored, she shook out her waves and retied her ponytail a little higher up on her head. She liked the feeling of her hair brushing her arms or back as she ran. Her hair was getting pretty long; she couldn't remember definitely when she'd last cut it. Inspecting the ends, Skye realized that they were kind of fried. She'd have to get someone on campus to do a quick trim this weekend or something.

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[megan lynn evans]

It was not Megan's kind of day. She'd been stuck staying after class to catch up on assignments she had conveniently forgotten to hand in and she was miserable. There was, after all, a reason she hadn't done them in the first place. She just didn't care for English class, it was more of a joke than anything else. However, the teacher seemed to disagree, so Megan was in a detention of sorts until she completed her work. It was that, or getting kicked off the soccer team. Megan didn't really believe that the teacher would follow through with that threat, the school was in a state of utter disrepair anyway. It wasn't like anyone else cared overmuch to do their work either, they were just sneakier about it. Megan just flat out refused to give a damn.

Gazing out the window, Megan drifted off into a day dream. She wanted nothing more than to be out there in the sun, kicking the soccer ball around a bit. The teacher had been gone now for a good twenty minutes, not wanting to waste their time as well as Megan's. They had left on good faith that Megan would stick around to finish up her work. That was a joke. With one last irritated sigh, Megan scribbled down a few half-assed answers to the questions and without looking it over threw it on the teachers desk. They could find it later, or not. It wasn't that big of a concern for Megan, she just wanted out of there.

She was already dressed in her usual workout outfit, so she headed straight over to the fields. There was usually either someone there to practice with, or at least an extra ball lying around. Unfortunately, they had no scheduled practice that day, so Megan wasn't expecting to see much, if any, of her team there. If it was up to her, they would be having practice at least every day and twice on weekends. Soccer was pretty much the only thing Megan was actually worried about in life, everything else became rather irrelevant. From a distance, Megan could see that there was at least one person out there practicing and from the looks of it, not very well. She couldn't make out who it was, but it was one of her girls for sure. They would definitely be needing extra practice days that week.

Jogging the rest of the way over to the practice field, Megan saw that it was Skye. She and Skye had an interesting relationship. They were friends, certainly, but they seemed to be constantly at each others throats. It was their way of keeping each other motivated when it came to practicing. Off the field, they were much more cordial to each other, if a bit more distant. "Giving up already Skye? And I thought you were better than that," Megan called out as she got close enough. It didn't take much to push Skye into extra practice and Megan often used that to her advantage. Most of the girls would inevitably give up on practice after a few harsh hours, but she could count on Skye to stick behind to push past the limit.

Megan kicked the soccer ball up with her foot, catching it in her hands. This was much better than sitting in class and Megan was feelings better already. Running and practicing calmed her down and gave her a chance to let go of any worries she might have. It was her escape. An escape that she might not have much longer. The teachers had all been threatening to have her Captaincy revoked and Megan had, for the most part, ignored the warnings. Schoolwork was irrelevant to her, she was going to play pro ball one way or another and she certainly didn't need any geography for that.

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[skye abigail kimball]

She was twirling a rubbery dandelion stem around her fingers, trying not to break it. She blew the fluffy puffballs into the air. Skye knew she should be getting up and kicking a ball around some more, but the sunshine was so warm on her arms, so inviting. The breeze was so gentle, and the grass barely stirred. Her legs stretched out, the material of her track pants rustled as she crossed them. With a lazy smile, Skye got more comfortable. Reaching out one arm, she pulled her soccer ball closer, tapping her fingers against its smooth surface lightly. She twirled it loosely on her finger, catching it before it spun completely out of control. As a matter of fact, she was just getting comfortable when she heard a familiar voice.

Her initial reaction was somewhere in between a groan and an adrenalin rush at the thought of a competition with the senior, who was admittedly better than her. She whipped her head around, a grin on her face. "Giving up?" Skye scoffed. "Hardly. I was just waiting for someone to come along and challenge me. I guess you'll do." She got to her feet and picked up her soccer ball. Not only was it a bright, shiny red, it had SKYE ABIGAIL KIMBALL scrawled across it in black Sharpie in her own loose, round hand. She jogged over to meet Megan, holding her ball tucked under her arm. She was ready for a challenge. "So what do you want to start with?" she asked, up for anything the team captain could come up with.

Despite her teasing words, Skye loved the challenge of playing with Megan. She had no doubts that the older girl would go on to be a pro soccer player. After all, Megan was captain for a good reason. She kept her tone playful as she set herself up for a goal kick. A small smile wound its way across her face as she got ready, muscles tightening and coiling, ready to kick the ball as hard as she could. Hopefully she could get it into the top right corner. Angling herself slightly, Skye took a few steps back, and then kicked with most of her strength. Her cleat connected with the ball with a loud pop, that solid smack she loved, and the red sphere took off, sailing into the net with only a few inches to spare. Skye loved that feeling, even if she had just scored on an empty net. The ball bounced to the ground and Skye raced to pick it up, adrenalin thrilling through her veins. If it had been in a game, she would have been bouncing around, but for the sake of not looking like a loser, she kept her cool, but turned to flash an impish smile at Megan. It looked like her aim was slowly returning. Maybe it was the challenge that was doing it. Sure, it wasn't a perfect shot, but Skye didn't pay that much mind. It was a score, high enough up that most goalies wouldn't have been able to catch it. She was definitely ready for more.
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[megan lynn evans]

Megan nodded her approval as the next kick sailed straight into the goal. It always made her proud when her teammates did well, she felt like she was a part of making them better. "Not bad, let's try shooting a little more to the center though, shots like that have a tendency to bounce back," Megan advised, going straight into team captain mode. It was something that she couldn't avoid when she was on the field. She always felt the need to point out the little things people could do to improve, even when they weren't in practice. It was a habit that some found helpful, others found annoying.

As she watched Skye, Megan leaned over and started her stretching. She was always careful to stretch before any serious exercise, just to be safe. She would be devastated if she pulled a muscle or sprained something and had to be set out of a game or worse, taken out of the season. It was her biggest fear that something would harm her physically to the point where she could no longer play soccer. Other than sports, to her, she had nothing. They were her future and the thought of having that taken away scared the hell out of her.

"Well, we could start on drills if you want. Or I could fill in as goalie for awhile and you could practice with that," Megan shrugged. She didn't care much what they did, as long as they were doing something productive. Just being out on the field had improved Megan's mood tenfold, so she was perfectly content to do just about anything. It was, however, in both of their interests to either do drills or practice with Skye's goal kicks. Dropping the ball she had picked up before, Megan dribbled it out to the middle of the field. Even simple things like that put a smile on Megan's face.

Staying towards the middle of the field, Megan kicked the ball back and forth to herself. It was a simple drill, one that Megan could do without thinking. It was also one of her favorites, since it took just enough attention to distract her, but she still was free to other things that were going on around her. That ability to stop thinking about the real world for a time was the biggest attraction of soccer to Megan. There were times when she got so fed up with school life that she just wished she could drop out, so being able to come out and play soccer was the only thing that kept her in school. Without it, she'd be a mess or at least be more prone to getting drunk at parties.

Alcohol had become Megan's other, less healthy release. It was a habit she'd picked up before coming to this school and one she had done little to break. Given the recent downward trend that the school had taken, it was no secret that alcohol was easy to find around the campus. There were parties popping up nearly every night, most of which Megan attended. It wasn't exactly the best of reputations, nor was it good for her health, but Megan didn't care. It made her feel better, that was what mattered.

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[skye abigail kimball]

Taking a few steps back, Skye surveyed the field and her shot. It was definitely her best today. She reached down to rub some mud from the inside of her cleats, a small smile on her face. She had enjoyed the way her cleats connected solidly with the ball, the way it had soared up and into the net, barely missing the white metal of the goal post. However excited she was, it was better not to show it to Megan, because she knew that the older blonde would be advising her on how to make her shot even better, fiercer, harder. And sure enough, she was right, although she didn't mind too much. "Thanks, Megan. I'll try that next time." Skye bent down to pick up the ball and jogged to the other net so Megan could practice on that net. She placed the ball on the ground at the eight yard box, just for kicks. She loved shooting from short range, but because she played defense, she was usually at the back of the field. She charged the ball, picking up enough power to send it flying in a deliciously smooth curve dead center. She knew it would have been blocked easily, but the power of the shot was something that came and went with her, and she could admit that for all her aggression, her kicks needed some work. She was almost always accurate, but not always powerful.

When she looked over, Megan was dribbling the ball. Skye loved that particular exercise. For her, it required a bit more attention than it did for Megan, who seemed unfocused on the ball bouncing between her cleats effortlessly. She never let the sphere stray, and kept it tight to her body. Skye felt a flash of envy watching her, because she was so good.

"Um, can we do some drills and then do that keep-away thing coach always gets us to do?" Skye asked, knowing that as much as she hated drills, they were good for not just her physical conditioning, but her playing. She slowly dribbled her way over to the older blonde, wondering which drills they'd be doing. "Just don't tire me out too much, I have rugby after this," she added as an afterthought. She dipped her hand into her pocket and fished out her phone, checking the time quickly. She still had about half an hour to kill. But it hardly counted as killing if she was improving, which she obviously was. She loved the physicality of rugby, and to a lesser extent, that of soccer. Skye wasn't afraid to admit that she could be a little rough when on the soccer field. She didn't care about tripping, elbowing, or pulling on jerseys. She was a master in the art of subtly tripping someone and making it look like an accident. As a result of her sneakiness, she rarely got yelled at, penalized, or carded. It was, to her anyways, a true art. And it made her feel good to tackle someone, to watch someone fall over. On the field, she wasn't sweet little Skye Kimball anymore, she could be tough and aggressive. Oh, and playing rugby earned her major points with Preston Heights' male population.

Unlike most of the Preston Heights population, Skye was not drunk most of the time. She was pretty much a good kid, although she tried not to be too much of a goody-two-shoes. Sure, she enjoyed getting buzzed as much as the next person, but it wasn't taking over her life in any way. She only partied on the weekends, even though there was pretty much that sort of stuff going on on any given night in whatever dorm. She tried not to wake up hungover, and never drank to the point of waking up on one of the fields naked, or in bed with a random senior. She did, however, enjoy laughing at those who overindulged and consequently made complete asses out of themselves. Yeah, that was kind of funny at first. She knew that Megan drank and partied, but she was a responsible leader out on the field and would never come to practice drunk, so she didn't care either way. For now, Skye was ready to practice hard.
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[megan lynn evans]

Out of the corner of her eye, Megan was observing Skye's technique and analyzing every little bit of it. She felt personally responsible for each of her team members and was dedicated to helping each of them reach their fullest potential. It was this passion and dedication that made her such an effective Captain, not to mention her skill. She was naturally good at sports, but she certainly didn't take it for granted. She worked just as hard as everyone else on the field and put forth an enormous amount of effort to keep getting better. For the most part, her entire life revolved around improving herself for soccer. Usually, this was good for her. She ate healthier, exercised more and generally made good decisions for her health (aside from her partying habits that is.) However, it did take a negative impact on other aspects of her life, mainly school.

"Drills it is," Megan grinned. She knew that most people absolutely hated drills, but she loved it. The repetitive motions that most drills entailed were relaxing for her. Physically demanding yes, but relaxing nevertheless. It was mainly the mental relief that made drills so fun for Megan. "Any drills in particular that you want to work on?" For the most part, Megan tried to get the team to notice their own weak points and work to improve them. Not only did that help them get better, it also made them more aware of their own style of play. She knew herself and her team mates in and out and could rattle off a list of strengths and weaknesses for each member easily. It was important for each player to know themselves so they could fix their weaknesses and become a stronger team member.

"Rugby is not nearly as important as soccer," Megan scoffed. Megan really didn't have a problem with any of the other sports and even encouraged her players to join other teams as well. Having extra sports helped you learn skills that could become integral to your soccer playing. Skye for example had learned to be subtly aggressive, which at times came in handy on the field. Megan played one hell of an aggressive game as well, but she had to tone it down since she was more likely to be carded. Subtlety was not a skill that Megan had learned in any aspect of life. She was loud and she was out there and if she was going to make a move, she made sure everyone saw it.

Megan chuckled as Skye checked her phone for the time. "Hey, don't worry about the time. I'll have you at rugby practice on time, don't I always?" It was true, Megan was good about managing the time she had with her team. It was rare that they went overtime and even then, only on days where soccer was the only practice that they had. Although she wasn't exactly the most caring person in the world, Megan did genuinely care about her teammates. They were some of the few people that were able to really get to know Megan outside of being just the flirtatious, drunken, party-girl. She put everything out there on the field and sometimes her emotions slipped out.

At times, Megan worried that perhaps she was getting too close to her team mates. She knew it was unlikely they would stay in touch long after she left school, as she had plans to move back to the her home state back in the United States. However, she couldn't help it, they were a good bunch of friends. Some of them were even a good influence on her, like Skye. Skye wasn't exactly prone to going out and getting wasted like Megan was and sometimes urged her not to. Megan didn't listen of course, but the thought that someone at least cared enough to try was nice. In fact, there was a party going on in the dorms later that Megan was more than likely showing up to. "You going to that party later tonight? It's supposed to be pretty rockin'," Megan asked. She knew it was pretty unlikely that Skye would be going to a party on a school night, especially since they probably had some sort of test tomorrow. Honestly, Megan wouldn't know if they did.


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[skye abigail kimball]

"Um, some aggression drills would be good, like playing keep-away," Skye said, considering. She loved that one, mainly because it brought out her aggression. She always balked a little at trying to get the ball from Megan, mainly because she respected the older girl and recognized that she was better and had a far better chance at shooting and scoring. Skye had no problems tripping or pushing in an actual game, but against her teammates she had a few issues, namely not wanting to play too rough. But Megan was tough: she could take it. Besides, in practice Skye knew that unless she failed hard, nobody was judging her or going to make fun of her. Soccer practice was a place where she was safe and could be utterly herself and nobody would judge her for it or say anything.

"You say that to Coach and she'll kick your ass," Skye threatened cheerfully. "But see, there's this thing called being early and sucking up so I can go to provincials." She was stretching her hamstrings again, thoughtfully. She finished with one leg and moved on to the other, considering Megan's words. It was true that she was captain for a reason. She was dedicated and organized and everything a captain should be. At least, on the soccer field she was. She worked the girls hard but she genuinely cared about all of them. Skye, like everyone else, knew that Megan couldn't care less about grades and that like most of the school, went to parties wherever they were happening. That, of course, was the subject of Megan's next question, which was if she was planning on attending that party tonight. As far as she knew, she wasn't planning on going because through her eyes, it would be just the same as every other party she'd been to this year.

Straightening up and finished with one last arm stretch, bending her elbow and hooking her other arm around to stretch out her upper arm, Skye looked over at Megan, who looked absolutely full of energy. If she said it was going to be 'rockin'' then maybe there was some merit to going after all. Before she could stop herself, Skye said something shocking. "Maybe I will go. I'll do what I usually do, which is have a drink or two, get sufficiently buzzed, laugh at the drunk freshmen who will inevitably find it a good idea to streak across either the main field or the quad, and then go back to my room and sleep it off," she said, "and while I'm drinking fairly responsibly, you'll be either a) passed out, b) passed out in bed with a random guy, or c) puking. Am I right?" She couldn't resist getting a jab in at Megan. She knew she'd probably get burned in response, but at least her face and reaction would be worth it.

With a small groan, Skye remembered her environmental sciences test tomorrow. Fuck. Mr. Hastings would not be happy with anything less than an 80, and Skye did plan on studying. Maybe her new regime would be study, alcohol, study? Maybe being slightly buzzed would help her focus. But then, Skye could admit that as far as being able to hold her liquor went, she was a total lightweight. Considering she was a good student when she wasn't procrastinating or having her ten minutes of rebelliousness which usually ended in a 'fuck, that test is tomorrow and I need to start studying!' And then she'd really get down and put her nose to the grindstone. Actually, even though Skye didn't start studying until like two weeks before exams, she absorbed a lot and most of it was training her brain to respond to cues and recall important information. Yeah, Skye was a bit of a nerd and did actually listen in her 'career and life management' course last year. Unlike half the drunkards and potheads at PHA, she actually intended to go places in her life. That meant a scholarship to a good university and so on and so forth.

Skye let her mind drift to picking an outfit for tonight. Maybe she'd kidnap Dale and make her come along too. "Where's said party at?" she asked, wondering where her favourite pair of purple peep-toe heels were. She mentally paired them with her peacock feather necklace and her tight-as-hell little black dress and she was set. Maybe she'd put her hair up in chopsticks and go like that and pass for eighteen at least. That'd be fun, and the real relief would be unzippering herself at night and getting into her loose boxers and old baggy t-shirt. Kicking off her heels at the end of a night was the best feeling in the world for Skye. However, she was actually kind of excited for tonight. Just so long as she didn't see any fourteen-year-old's dick, tonight could be okay.

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[megan lynn evans]

Aggression drills were by far Megan's favorite thing in the world. She was the type of person that held everything in and kept things bottled up until she exploded and aggression drills were her way of letting it all out safely. It was especially soothing to play with Skye, since she had rugby training and had no problem getting down and dirty. "Keep-away it is. You want ball first or should I take it?" Megan asked, not caring either way. She knew that it was incredibly likely that even if Skye did have the ball, it wouldn't take long for her to take it back if she was playing her best. And today, she had plenty of pent up energy to let out, so she would be playing her hardest.

Having already stretched out her muscles, Megan was eagerly hopping back and forth. She'd been inside for far too long and it was way past time to let out her extra energy. She wasn't usually this antsy, but the extra hour and a half inside her personal prison cell that is the classroom had driven her utterly crazy. On most days, she would have already gone on her run and would be much more relaxed, so she had a lot of time to make up for today. "Well, I hope your coach can deal with having you half exhausted, I have a feeling this is going to get pretty intense. Haven't been out here all day and I'm ready to rumble."

Megan's attention was grabbed when Skye said that there was a chance she'd be attending the party that night. It was quite out of the ordinary, but definitely something to look forward to. Skye was good to bring along to parties, since she was the responsible one. She could have fun, sure, but she didn't go completely over the top like some people did. At her description of what would happen with Megan, which was admittedly pretty spot on, Megan's eyes widened. Normally, most people didn't throw jabs at Megan, since she could easily turn around and kick their ass over it.

"Ouch, I love that you think so highly of me. But, if you must know, I'm voting for option B. It's been awhile since I had any decent sex in this school," Megan said with a grin. Skye was significantly less experience than Megan in such things and her complete openness with her sex life unnerved the girl sometimes. To Megan, sex and hooking up meant pretty much nothing. It was basically just another sport for her, there were rarely any real feelings behind it. She didn't believe that there was any such thing as love or feelings, since she had yet to meet anyone that could just sweep her off her feet and make her feel special. To be completely honest, she didn't expect that to ever happen either.

With one last mischievous grin, Megan toned down the sex talk. "No, really though I'm supposed to be good tonight. No complete and utter drunkenness tonight," Megan nodded. Shit, even Megan didn't believe herself on that one. She could make that promise to herself every time she was about to go out and things would turn out exactly the same. She would get trashed and end up passing out back in her room for the rest of the night. It was rare that she got to the point of puking, or to the point where she just passed out on the spot, but it had happened before. There was no telling what would happen on a night out partying with Megan.

In all honesty, Megan had no problem with the fact that she got drunk so often. It wasn't as bad as getting into drugs and it wasn't exactly illegal, really. Not for long anyways. Besides, she could totally stop any time she wanted, it was just for fun that she did things like that. Her family certainly had other ideas about that though. She was a disappointment to her parents and to her twin sister. They had such high expectations for her and she just ended up letting them down one way or another. Sure, she wished that she could fix things up with them somehow, but she didn't know how. She wasn't going to compromise herself for them, she wasn't going to change and become some sort of obsessive studier. This was who she was and they'd just have to accept it.

"Ooh, actually serious about the party than eh? It's over at my dorm tonight, we called dibs. Not to mention, my liquor cabinet is probably the best stocked out there. I get the good stuff, not that shit the guys usually have," Megan said, her grin widening. It was quite true that her personal stash of liquor was easily one of the most well-rounded in the school. She had friends outside the school that had no problem with helping her keep her stocks and it did her well. "If you were going to show up to any sort of party at any point this year, this would be the one to come to. No lie."




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[skye abigail kimball]

Skye had always needed a positive channel for her emotions. When she was angry, she wasn't fun to be around and it didn't always take a lot to piss her the hell off. She tended to keep everything bottled up until she snapped. Over the years, she'd needed a positive outlet for anything bad in life. She'd tried cutting, stopped, and moved on to sports in a huge way. Rugby was good for anger and stress. That rush when you tackled somebody and got the ball was amazing. Despite her small frame, Skye had a lot of pain tolerance, and she was stronger than she looked. She also had the gift of speed and from soccer had learned a lot about evading oncoming people. She didn't care about injury and knew that if someone hurt her, she or the team would hurt them right back. She was vicious on the field, and everybody knew that. "You take it," Skye shouted, kicking the ball in a straight, on the ground pass to Megan. She took a few long paces towards her, ready. She tensed her muscles, waiting for the older girl to take off so she could start running. A sudden rush of adrenalin surged through her, and her heart pounded with that mix of excitement and fear.

"She might be able to deal," Skye mused, the sentence half-formed upon her lips. She knew that coach would be okay with her being a little tired so long as she gave it her all. With a grin, she jogged in place, keeping her muscles loose. Then, a flash of her impish personality came back. "So bring it on," she challenged, a small smile drawing up the corners of her lips.

Some part of her, not that hidden, enjoyed the older girl's reaction at her words. Skye liked to tease people, to piss them off without going too far. You could say it was almost a hobby. She could tap lightly on a nerve, enough to get someone riled up but not enough make them fully flip shit. This, in Skye's opinion, was something she had narrowed down to an art, a science. She used and abused this knowledge whenever possible. "Oh, so it's true then?" she said, knowing full well it was true. She didn't use lies in her jabs.

"I do think highly of you. I looooovveeee you," Skye said teasingly, opening her arms for a mock hug. "But you know, this is hurting you." She wished she hadn't gone all mom on Megan the minute the words were out of her mouth. She chose to ignore the sex comment, and besides, the only thing she would have responded with was "whore" which probably wouldn't have gone down too well with the older girl. So long as she was a good leader of the team, what she did with her body was none of anybody's business. Skye jogged in place to keep herself warmed up. The breeze was refreshingly cool on her cheeks and played with little tendrils of her hair, coaxing them out of her high ponytail. She raised a hand to brush them away. It was mostly the tickling sensation that annoyed her, and the way sweat matted those baby hairs to her temples and forehead. It looked really icky, in her opinion. At Megan's words, she arched an eyebrow in surprise. She didn't believe it, but better to let that one go; replying would not necessarily be a good idea.

Moving towards Megan, Skye considered the party. If it was going to be amazing, then she would probably end up going for a while. Hey, why the hell not? "You know I don't really care about the liquor," Skye grinned, "but if it's going to be that good, I might just make an appearance. I have the perfect outfit, too." She tucked the drawstrings of her trackpants into the waist of her spandex shorts, waiting. A small pulse of excitement beat in her chest. Tonight might actually be a good night.
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[megan lynn evans]

The ball soared over to Megan, who caught it with her foot and stopped it in place. "Okay, it's all mine than. Don't cry if you don't get it back," Megan joked. She could probably keep it away from Skye for a damn long time, but even she would eventually slip up and lose the ball. With a quick glance to see where Skye was leaning, Megan shot off with the ball towards the right. Dribbling the ball between her feet, Megan kept herself angled away from Skye as she ran towards the other end of the field. "Come on Skye, I thought you were better than this. You should've gotten it back by now, ya?" Megan taunted as she got further away from the other girl.

Turning around, Megan started to run backwards with the ball, taunting Skye further. "Pick it up kid, you're not going to get it if you're running like that. Circle around, take it back, let's go!" Megan yelled out, a smirk on her face. The more she pushed Skye, the better she would get, which was exactly what Megan wanted. She loved to see her team improve under her guidance, it made her feel like she was actually doing something right- a feeling that she didn't often have. "I hope you aren't doing anything important at lacrosse today, I have a feeling you'll be almost dead by the time we're through with this." Megan's smirk turned into a grin at Skye's attempt at a mock hug. "Yeah, yeah. Love you too kid."


Up to that point, their banter had just been friendly and rather meaningless. The two had really perfected their abilities to push each other just to that point where they were pumped up enough to go out and kick ass at a soccer match. However, when Skye went all mom mode on Megan, she faltered a little, the ball slipping from under her feet. "What the hell does it matter to you anyways? I can do whatever the fuck I want with myself," Megan said angrily, turning on the other girl. For the most part, Megan was able to handle her anger well enough and didn't often get into too bad of confrontations, but when people tried to mother her she got defensive.

Megan had pretty much forgotten about the soccer ball by now and was to the point of just wanting to shove Skye to the ground. Logically, she knew that Skye meant well and that she was just trying to look out for her some, but emotionally she was pissed off. She got enough shit from her own mother when she was home and from her twin when she was around that she got pissed when other people tried to act like that too. She was fully aware that she was doing wrong, she didn't need the rest of the world to constantly point it out to her as well. Panting in frustration, she was mentally holding herself back from Skye. She didn't want to hurt Skye, but she certainly wasn't happy.

It was rare that Megan got to be this fed up with Skye, but the mixture of pressure from school that day and the worry about the party that night had led to an already rough mental state. Skye's comment, though probably not even meant to stir Megan up, had just been the last straw with Megan's tolerance. Shaking her head to calm herself down, Megan looked up with a slight apologetic look in her eyes. "Shit, sorry. Been a rough day. See, this is why I need to have a party tonight. With lots of alcohol," Megan shrugged a little awkwardly, feeling bad at having snapped so bad on Skye.



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[skye abigail kimball]

Skye knew that Megan could easily keep the ball from her, but she was determined to not let her get away so easily. That fluttery feeling of adrenaline coursed through her, and she took off, her cleats digging into the soft turf. It was a great feeling, running, especially now that she had a target. Skye was pretty speedy for a small girl, and had enough endurance to be able to run for a fairly long time without getting too tired or out of breath. She was biding her time, waiting for Megan to get confident, but the older girl's teasing was annoying her. At Megan's last taunt, she decided she'd had enough. Her heart pounded hard and she tensed her body, and took off across the green expanse of field after Megan. She was catching up, and was almost near enough to strike. It was taking all of her willpower not to tackle her as hard as she could. Skye wanted to slam her entire body into Megan, to topple her like an oversized domino. She just wanted that ball, and she wanted it now. However, she was smart enough to know that if she did that, Megan would probably slap her - or worse.

"Lacrosse? I play rugby, smart one," Skye called, dodging Megan's mock hug in return and pressing in closer, running alongside her. Then, the ball slipped and she darted out a foot to catch and control it, bringing it tight into her body, heading down the field almost as fast as she could. For a second, Skye was so glad that she had the ball that it didn't occur to her that her remark might have pissed Megan off. After all, the older girl wouldn't have just let the ball go like that. Skye turned, still keeping a foot on the ball, and looked at Megan, unsure how to react. Her brows knit together, and a sharp pang of guilt stabbed across her chest. She'd screwed up big time.

Her gaze dropped to the lush grass beneath her cleats, a flush spreading across her cheekbones like fire. Oddly, she felt the urge to boot the ball, run back to her room, and cry. Mentally, Skye steadied herself. She squared her shoulders against Megan's barrage of words and lifted her chin. She'd known saying that was a bad idea from the second the words left her lips, but she hadn't realized quite the extent of how angry Megan was. And Skye being Skye, she felt genuinely bad. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, you can do whatever." With a quick shake of her head and an eye roll, Skye composed herself. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, waiting to see how the rest of their practice would go. Skye was actually surprised when Megan pulled herself together, the anger fading from her eyes and draining from her face.

"Shit, sorry. Been a rough day. See, this is why I need to have a party tonight. With lots of alcohol." Skye shrugged at the last words. If Megan wanted to drown her sorrows in alcohol, so be it. She wasn't going to try to stop her. "I get it," she said softly. "And anyway, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." She toyed with her ponytail, twirling the ends around her fingers. She wanted to rewind time, to go back before she'd gone and stuck her foot in her mouth. Unfortunately, that was a no go. Dropping her ponytail, she shifted the ball between her feet, anxious to get moving and burn off some of the energy she had.

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