Prologue:
In the beginning, there was Oliver and Bijou. Oliver hadn't given Bijou a second thought. She wasn't a gem in the rough. She was more like the rough surrounded by gems. She had auburn colored hair, ordinary yet mysterious brown eyes, a face without lines that are created from smiling excessively, and that was all Oliver really knew about her. She'd just been there. Of course, he knew who she was, but he didn't know her truly.
Bijou, on the other hand, knew all about Oliver. She'd loved him since the first day they'd met. She was invisible to him. She would watch his matches, wishing she could be the one hugging him as he came out of the pitch. But don't get me wrong, she wasn't obsessive, she just wanted to be with him. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.
Bijou waited for 5 years for him. During their fifth year, Oliver held tryouts. He had desired a reserve team, just to be on the safe side. Bijou had watched and studied the Keeper position. She had trained for the position. Often being found under a tree ten miles from her house, having run herself raged.
Nevertheless, the day had finally come. She was prepared to blow them away. She was ready to prove herself to Oliver. To prove she existed. To prove she was worthy of his acknowledgment.
Oliver had watched as Bijou saved goal after goal. Never letting one in. She sped between hoops at break neck speeds. Worried she'd hurt herself, or worse, Oliver called the tryouts over. He announced he'd post the results the next morning. He waited for everyone to leave before stepping onto the pitch. But not everyone had left. One girl was still flying around the pitch. Her hair waving madly as she circled the field.
"Oi! Tryouts are over! You have to leave now!" Oliver called.
Her head turned and she dove to the ground. She got off her broom, tucked it under her arm, and walked toward the exit. She kept her head down as she left.
Bijou had made the team. She worked hard all year. By Christmas, Oliver asked her out. They were a cute and happy couple. Their relationship was like the previous ones Oliver had had. Only this relationship had one anomaly. He didn't want to let her go. She was so intriguing.
The majority of his girlfriends had kissed him that day. Held his hand, put his arm around her shoulder or waist. But Bijou was refreshingly different. She hadn't let him touch her for a month. She wouldn't let him kiss her for two.
Amazingly, he'd been ok with it. She was worth it to him. She was everything he wanted. She didn't act like a slut nor did she act completely modest. Bijou was different. Quiet, yet loud. Distant, yet close. Stern, yet sweet. She was a mystery and he only wanted to know more. She was the girl for him. That much was certain.
For the next year and a half, they were practically inseparable. Their classes might be different but anyone could find them either training for the next match of the new season, or doing their homework together. They were never caught being inappropriate, such as snogging or even small kisses. That was a private matter between the couple. They were into their private relationship. That's what sustained them over the year.
When the new year, and final year for the duo, the line between their private relationship and the world seeing them began to thin.