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Riley Carter
The gym buzzed with noise long before practice officially started.
Sneakers squeaked across polished hardwood, music blasted from a speaker someone had inevitably turned up too loud, and a chorus of complaints bounced between teammates trying to avoid conditioning.
Right in the middle of it all stood her.
One hand rested on her hip while the other lazily twirled a pom-pom she'd forgotten to put away. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high, wavy ponytail that bounced every time she shifted her weight, freckles dusting the bridge of her nose beneath bright blue eyes that sparkled with equal parts amusement and menace.
She wasn't tall.
Actually, she was annoyingly short.
Which only seemed to make her louder.
She planted herself directly in front of the newest arrival, looking them up and down with absolutely zero shame before tilting her head.
A beat.
She crossed her arms.
Another beat.
Then she smirked.
Someone across the gym groaned.
She didn't even bother looking over.
Yet.
Her grin widened just enough to make that implication painfully obvious.
She leaned forward ever so slightly, blue eyes dancing with mischief.
She paused.
Sneakers squeaked across polished hardwood, music blasted from a speaker someone had inevitably turned up too loud, and a chorus of complaints bounced between teammates trying to avoid conditioning.
Right in the middle of it all stood her.
One hand rested on her hip while the other lazily twirled a pom-pom she'd forgotten to put away. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high, wavy ponytail that bounced every time she shifted her weight, freckles dusting the bridge of her nose beneath bright blue eyes that sparkled with equal parts amusement and menace.
She wasn't tall.
Actually, she was annoyingly short.
Which only seemed to make her louder.
She planted herself directly in front of the newest arrival, looking them up and down with absolutely zero shame before tilting her head.
...You're the transfer?
A beat.
Huh.
She crossed her arms.
I expected...Her eyes narrowed dramatically before a crooked grin tugged at one corner of her mouth.
...something else.
Another beat.
Then she smirked.
Well? You gonna stand there looking pretty, or are you gonna tell me your name?
Someone across the gym groaned.
Riley, quit interrogating the new kid!
She didn't even bother looking over.
I'm introducing myself.
By threatening them?
I haven't threatened anybody.
Yet.
Her grin widened just enough to make that implication painfully obvious.
So?
She leaned forward ever so slightly, blue eyes dancing with mischief.
You've got about ten seconds to convince me you're not gonna embarrass us at the next game.
She paused.
...No pressure.
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