Fell

7 February, 2015

In my glorious, slightly oversized PE uniform, I was stretching like I was training for the Olympics— when in reality, we were just about to play rugby.

Rugby.

The one game where my survival rate drops to 50%.

I did some jumping stretches to feel professional, even though all it did was make my ponytail slap me in the face like karma.

Mid-stretch, I casually glanced to my side.

And there he was.

My arch-nemesis.

My sworn academic rival.

Park Hanuel.

Standing on the opposite court.

Staring.

With that smug, 'I know you can't outscore me today' look plastered on his stupidly handsome face.

I froze like someone just hit me with a stun gun.

Why was he staring at me?!

I mean—sure, I sometimes stared at him for, uh, strategic academic observation reasons…

But him staring at me?

Who gave him the rights?!

I quickly turned away.

Pink cheeks?