Two can Play that Game

Chapter One- New Feelings

Another goal, another win. Illyria wins the game once again! The unstoppable team is still the undefeated champs of this season so far. The team once again gloats in their victory and showers upon them their glory of winning. Viola Hastings and Duke Orsino come onto each others arms and give each other a passionate kiss for winning the game. The other teams stalks off their field in disappointment.

"What a great shot Duke." Viola says to her boyfriend with a big smile at the end.

"Well if I hadn't seen you before I shot it, I don't think I would have made it in." He smiles back to Vi and kisses her gently on the lips. "Come on, there's a big party, let's go." He sweeps her off her feet and jogs her toward the party. She enjoys this happening all the time. All she does is smile and hope to God that she doesn't break Duke or let him run into a pole of some sort.

Right when they walk in, everyone throws rice at them as if they got married. "All hail Duke and Viola Orsino." Andrew yells at them while laughing excessively. Duke puts Vi down.

"Haha very funny guys." Both of them go off into their own direction for now but finds their ways back with each other later. Or so they think...

Viola goes off deeper into the party to find her brother and Olivia. "Vi! Wang wang, she's wins the game." Sebastian, Viola's brother, says to her as she hugs them both.

"So how is the happy couple this fine afternoon?" Viola says just remembering the day that they first met each other not so long ago.

"Just as good as you and Duke are doing together." Olivia says to Vi with a big smile and then kiss to Sebastian. Then one kiss leads to another and them bam, they're making out in front of Vi.

She sticks out her tongue in disgust. "Jeez guys, go get a room."

"You know, she's right." Sebastian smiles as Olivia smacks him. Vi rolls her eyes and leaves them mid-make out. As Viola strolls around the party seeing alot of her good friends and chatting with them, an eye catches hers and it's not quite Dukes'.

"Duke, over here!" Toby yells out to Duke as he's sitting with Eunice. "Good game man, we killed."

"Yeah man. Well I'm going to go find Vi. Have you seen her?"

"She was by her brother awhile ago." Duke nods.

"Thanks man, see you later." Tobys nods later as he puts his arm around Eunice. Duke made sure to not go back there with both of them, they gross him out evidentally. As he's walking, looking for Viola. He accidentally rams right into some girl knocking her down and her drinking falling right after her.

"Dammit." She says under her breath. Duke helps her up with a helpful hand. She takes it and brings herself up. She looks down at her soaking wet shirt.

"I'm sorry, come here and we'll get some napkins for that shirt of yours." She follows behind him without saying a word along the way. He starts to wipe her shirt and didn't notice he was wiping her boob. He's becoming the jello head he was before, when he just liked Olivia and Viola. "Oh crap, I'm sorry." He wipes to the otherside and just realizes that he's just wiping her breast. "Um, dang. Here." He just hands her the napkins. She laughs.

"Thank you." She quietly says to him.

"I'm sorry about all this." He says wiping his head and getting that dumb look on his face again.

"Oh no worries. The party was crowded, I even think that I made you fall. So don't worry about it." She smiles to him and he almost feels like he's getting weak at the knees. "Umm are you okay?" The mysterious girl questions him as he's sweating like a pig.

"Oh-oh, I'm f-fine." He stutters noticing how much he's sweating.

"Just to say, good game." She smiles to him again.

"Thanks, can I ask." She looks up at him. "What's your name?"

"Oh, my name is--" At that same exact moment some yells out to everyone.

"KEEEGGGGGGGGG!" Just then everyone rushes toward it, getting Duke and this new girl stuck in the middle. They part from the big crowd rushing over them. And one last look at each other, they both see each other just disappear through the crowd. Duke just shakes his head, I'm with Viola. He chants to himself, taking away all the thoughts he's thinking about the mysterious girl.

From afar, this guy gives Vi a cute little smile. She smiles back and walks as casually as possible to this man. But casually for her means, falling flat on her face while trying to act cool. The cute guy rushes over to her and helps her up. "Are you okay?" He asks Vi as she looks up into his eyes. His eyes are gorgeous, she says to herself. She was lost in them until she remembered that she was asked a question.

"Oh, I'm fine thank you." Vi smiles as he smiles back.

"I'm Eric, Eric Smitts."

"Viola, Viola Hastings." They shake hands.

"Oh, you're the one who plays soccer?"

"Yeah, that's probably why there are all these people chanting my name." Viola jokes.

"Well, All Hail Viola Hastings." She giggles. Then there was this awkward silence. Vi was just looking at this gorgeous man. He was tall, has the nicest blue-green eyes she had ever seen. He was pretty much as buff as Duke. Just as her thoughts were wandering around, she thought of Duke. "CRAP!" She accidentally yells out loud.

"What?" Eric asks with some question as to why she just yells crap out at some random moment.

"I'm sorry I have to go. Maybe I'll see you around." He takes her hand.

"Will do Miss. Hasting. We shall see each other again, I hope." She starts to blush. She walks away. Shaking her head, NO! NO! NO! I'm off limits. Even though I know I am one hunky girl. I'm taken! That's the end. But he's too cute. She fought with herself and while fighting herself in the head, she rams right into somebody. She looks up and finds Duke.

They both have this uneasy smile with each other. "Vi-Viola." Duke stutters and scratches his head again. "I was looking for you."

"As for you to. So, did you meet any cool people." She beats herself up for saying that because if she asks that, he'll ask the same thing. But little did she know, he was beating himself up for thinking of the mysterious girl he barely met. He didn't know whether to say he did or didn't.

"Um..." That was all that could escape his mouth. He didn't have much else to say from this point on.