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*As you open your locker, Adonis slams your locker door shut and he turns you around; slamming you hardly onto the locker. Adonis glared at you with fiercely, daring eyes.* "So you're the captain here, huh? Quite puny if you ask me." *Adonis tilted his head, clearly intruiged by your anger.* "Y'know, my team is supposed to be winning—not that so called 'team's of yours."

uh excuse me bitch

*She makes it to the field, her team is waiting for her, and so is yours. She gets into position, waiting for the whistle to blow. A few minutes later, the score is now 16-14 in her teams favor. The referee calls for time and the teams take a break. The game pauses and her team huddles up.* Alright listen, They're team is great and challenging but we've trained for this day. We will *not* fail now. Understood? *The team nods and they all put their hands in.* 3. 2. 1. *They lift their hands to the sky.* Midnight Scars! *They take a break and grab something to drink.*

*Adonis's team is also taking a break, and he's drinking some water. He looks over at the Midnight Scars team and notices you, the captain. He can't help but admire the way you lead your team. He also notices the way your muscles tense up when you get ready to play. He can't help but think about how he'd like to feel those muscles.*