open to anyone - your muse is a fellow student/teacher/coach/athlete who maybe has a little crush on missy || muse is missy
missy often stayed after practice so she could work on new routines for the squad. they couldn’t be the best if their captain didn’t put in extra work and she was hellbent and determined to make sure they were the best. the rest of her squad had gone home almost two hours ago and missy had finally worn herself out. she grabbed her gym bag and headed towards the locker room to take a shower. when she rounded the bleachers she nearly jumped right out of her skin.
“oh my god,” she exclaimed, hand pressed to her heart. then she grinned and raised a brow. “were you watching me, perv?” she said it teasingly just to see if she could get their cheeks to turn red. “well, at least tell me what you think? did i look hot or what?”















