F O O B A W

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She’d been doing well, oh so well. She hadn’t had to talk to anyone at all, and when she did they knew better than to take too long responding. She hadn’t even seen any football players, which was the best news. But of course, good things never last.

She’d been rounding a corner a little too quickly and smack! Right into the back of a fellow student. No, not a fellow student. One of them. One of those people. A football player.

"Why does this shit always happen to me… Big troglodyte ends up standing right where I’m walking and I end up on the floor…"

She had fallen right on her rear end, but it was to be expected with at the pace she’d been walking. Right into some football player’s back. How annoying. She brushed off her skirt and then got to her feet.

☞  "Oh, sorry miss! I'll keep that in mind!

The football player nodded sheepishly, still a bit offended and he quickly turned back to his direction. It seems it would be best to leave the cheerleader alone, he didn't know why she was cranky but assuming she's probably the type to lash out harshly, he probably wouldn't be able to even sit next to her without being criticized anyway.

But nevertheless, he turned around again and tapped gently at her shoulder.