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It felt odd walking the hallways of the school so long after everyone else had left. Or everyone was meant to have been gone, but coach had allowed him to hang back a while to train. Considering his dedication to the team, Sam was confused why he didn’t ever get a real shot to prove himself. But he guessed that’s why coaching wasn’t his job.
Flattening out his hair which always seemed to be dry lately since treating it to seem cool, he made his way down the hall towards the exit when he noticed someone else standing by their locker. In fact it looked like they were.. hiding?
“Hey?” Sam asked, a little unsure of the proper way to greet whoever it was in the hall. “Don’t worry, I’m not some kinda crazy person murderer kicking around the halls, promise.”
In hindsight, it was probably a weird thing for someone completely innocent to be saying, but he’d spoken before he stopped to think (he did that more than he liked to admit). With a smile, he tried his best to play it off like he wasn’t a complete weirdo. “What brings you to school on this fine evening?”
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Tina kept still, as if her books would part and provide her with an escape through Narnia or something. No such luck - she was stuck, and she probably wasn’t going to get out of it without speaking a little. She tipped her head back a little, carefully wiping under her eyes; if her makeup was ruined, she’d just turn it into a statement look. No biggie. It didn’t really matter what she looked like on the way home.
What she looked like did, however, matter a little bit when she found herself face to face with handsome football players. Once the initial jolt of fear subsided and she realised he wasn’t armed with a slushy, Tina sighed. “I wish you were,” she replied, with a bitter sigh. That would be less embarrassing; Jason Voorhees would totally get her, anyway.
“Sorry--” she paused, trying once more to fix herself up. “Um, glee club. Rehearsal. Solo,” she answered, cringing at her own verbal mess. “I mean… I just left a glee rehearsal for a solo that I’m… definitely not keeping.” God, she sucked. “Uh, don’t let me keep you from getting to… football, or whatever.”














