Owen: was lucky enough that most of the school was quick to accept his hardness. He had little interest in talking, socializing or simply pretending that the world wasn't an irritating place for him to be. He learned early on that it was easier to forewarn the masses than carry on pretending to care for them. Absentmindedly gazing across the field, Owen's line of vision fell on something interesting. Who was the new girl? Owen had a keen people watching eye, but for all the names and faces he had learned in his scouting, hers didn't register. That meant one of two things: she was a Niner, or she was a transfer. Figuring -and hoping- it was the latter, he kept a watchful eye trained to her in the gap before practice began to get a gauge on her. God, she was peppy. If he wasn't so intrigued, he'd be disgusted by the amount of pure sunshine the blonde emanated, so familiar to him. The girl moved for herself; she moved from a place of joy, and that too was sickeningly reminiscent of the cheerleader he'd recently been repossessed from. He couldn't tear his eyes away, only forced to tend elsewhere at the gruff shoulder bump he received from a teammate, signifying the start of practice. Eyes on the field, he fell in line, going through the motions of warm up, but eager to get one more glimpse of the mysterious blonde.
Becky: followed closely, her eyes fixated on each and every move that the team captain was showing the group of girls who were trying out. She had already decided that she was going to make the team, and when the girl decided on something, she wouldnāt quit until she got what she wanted. Control and persistence were two of her many personality traits that had gotten her pretty far in her life, and she wouldnāt let that stop now that she was in a new place. She was nervous, sure, but if anyone could make a positive thing out of a difficult situation, it was her. After the existing team members had finished teaching them the moves to the routine they would audition with, Becky went off by herself to practice, not wanting to be distracted by anyone else auditioning. She would hopefully get to make friends later, but for now it was about showing just how peppy she could be. Losing focus of everything else around her once again, she fell into the pattern of moves, almost as if she was the embodiment of a cheerleader ā which, in a way, she was. It was only when she noticed someone looking at her through the corner of her eye did she remember where she actually was. He had already gone back to practice by the time she stopped dancing and looked over, but it was too late; the culprit was caught. Becky wasnāt a subtle person by any means, which meant that she didnāt even notice or care that she was practically staring at the football player who had been watching her; he did it first, in her mind. She wasnāt sure what to think of it, so after a few moments of surveying the stranger, she went back to practicing. However, still she was interested ā he had caught her attention and when that happened to someone, Becky would not stop until she found out who they were. So, after her audition (which she was quite certain she nailed and would get a call within a couple of days), she waited around for a few minutes, sitting on the bleachers and waiting for the football practice to end. Her ponytail still as high as the sky, she popped up as soon as the coach blew the whistle and walked down, stopping the same boy in his tracks. āHi, Iām Becky Baker!ā She grinned, her hand reaching out to shake his in a gentle yet confident manner. She hadnāt really thought about what she was doing; all she knew was that she wanted to know more.
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