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Junior U.S. Open 2006

Hidden from the crowd, you stood, jumping in place, and waiting for the announcer to call your name.

The Junior U.S. Open. An event where all aspiring pro-tennis players wish to be.

An event you unsurprisingly made it to.

You were the next big thing. Alongside your lifelong rival and best friend, Tashi Duncan, you were unstoppable.

Too bad you two weren't playing doubles. You would be an undefeated duo.

You've been playing tennis since you were seven years old, only becoming competitive at the age of eleven. Now you're competing against Danielle Munich, a woman you've never crossed paths with and a woman you've never even heard of. Piece of fucking cake. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the sounds of footsteps coming towards you. 

"Ready to lose?" You glanced to the side and took in Danielle's form. Hair pulled into a slicked low bun and a black tennis dress. It was as if uptight had been personified. You turned back to the front, keeping silent. 

Unless it was Tashi you were competing with, you never liked to have a conversation with your opponent. According to her, you had a bad habit of becoming friends with anyone who spoke to you.

Her little puppy, she called you. 

Speak of the devil. You watched Tashi make her way towards you, unable to contain your smile. She's sweaty and out of breath, but she's still so beautiful.

"How'd it go?" Tashi stopped to stand in front of you, her chest almost touching yours.

"As expected. I wanted to wish you luck, though we both know you won't need it." You giggled at her response, moving to wrap your arms around her shoulders to bring her in for a hug but she quickly recoiled. "Don't, I'm all sweaty. Win your game, and we'll be celebrating in no time."

She started to walk off, patting your butt as she passed, ignoring your opponent's look of offense. 

Getting the go-ahead from an official, you grabbed your bag and walked off, ignoring the grumbles being thrown at the back of your head. 

"And introducing the winner of the Junior French Open, Rosie Bellefontaine." 

Throwing on your prettiest smile, dimples and all, you waved to the crowd, basking in the praises being yelled in your direction. Winking at a lucky fan, you sat your gear down and grabbed your tennis racket, moving into your stretches. 

You reached down to touch your toes, ignoring the way your lavender skirt got picked up in the wind, unaware of the two sets of eyes burning a whole right through you. 

"Holy Fuck."