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'To be honest with you, I never looked at soccer as a sacrifice' – Brandi Chastain
Andy bites her lip, looking over at the math problem. She runs a hand in her ginger hair, her green eyes scanning the page for an answer. Her head hurts a tad, but she simply ignores this and continues along. Tamaki glances at her, watching her struggle. She was seated next to him. He glances at Kyoya, only to find that he's already done with the work their teacher has assigned.
Kyoya raises an eyebrow at him. Tamaki just motions his head towards Andy. Kyoya's cold gaze looks over her, seeing her struggle with the math before her. She simply bites her lip and spins the pencil though her fingers. He knows what Tamaki wants of him, he wants Kyoya to help her. However, he's not going to sit there and help her for no reason at all. After all, what was the merit in doing so?
Tamaki gives him a disappointed look and turns to the girl. "Why don't I help you, Adeline?"
"Would you please," She says looking over. Her face bright, her eyes lit up. Across her nose is a sprinkle of freckles, but they are not very noticeable. Only if you look extremely hard.
Which is exactly what the young Ootori was doing. Kyoya was good at reading people. Be it through their movements, their actions or choice of words, there's nothing you can hide from him. She was no different. Only she welcomed it, which thoroughly surprised him. He's never encountered a person with nothing to hide. He's use to people having secrets. Use to having something to hang over someone's head. But for her, he had nothing. And that, above anything, is what's bugging him about her.
"So I just have to do this," she says, working though the problem.
"You got it," Tamaki says, smiling at her. "Wonderful, princess!"
"Can you please not call me princess, or Adeline?" she asks, "That just seems too… snooty for me. Andy will do fine."
"Alright," Tamaki says, giving her another smile.
Girls all around her swooned at his smile. She just smiles back. Andy looks up at the clock on the wall. She still as ten minutes before classes ends, so she pulls out a notebook from her bag and opens it and begins to read.
Tamaki begins to speak to girls around him and Kyoya simply looks over at Andy. He smirks once he sees what she's reading. Its notes on the entire world cup, what she needs to do to win, and such of that nature. From what he can see from a nonchalant glance, she's reading about the Korean team, who, in three week' time, will be their first match.
"Oh, Andy," Tamaki says, looking at her, "Would you like to come to the club after school?"
"I can't."
"Why not," A girl asks, "I'm sure you'll love it there."
"Yeah," Another girl says, "The host club is amazing!"
"I've got… prior engagements," Andy explains, "I'm pretty tied up, at the moment, actually."
"Aww, too bad," a girl says.
Tamaki frowns, "I'm sorry Andy."
"Its fine," she says, "I've just got a… hectic schedule."
Kyoya smirks. Finally, something she doesn't want people to know. Something he can hold over her. She doesn't want everyone here knowing she's an athlete until it time for the World Cup.
The bell rings and she quickly puts everything in her bag. She smiles, the next class will be her best one by far.
She quickly walks out of the classroom, her knee hurting a bit. She sighs, walking normal speed to her next class.
She gets there early. The teacher, Mrs. Okaru, assigns her a seat. She sits down as everyone else begins to file into the room. She still looks over her notebook, 'If we can stop them from having possession, then the game is ours.'
Someone takes a seat next to her. She looks up and sees Kyoya simply getting ready for class. She rolls her eyes, looking back to her notebook.
"Rolling one's eyes at the presence of someone is rude, you know." He simply says to her, a smirk forming.
She flips the page, "So is thinking yourself higher than others and scoffing at someone like you did yesterday," Andy states, "But, you don't see me bringing that up, now do you?"
His smirk falters for a second. Andy grins, seeing this from her peripheral.
The teacher simply hands out random books for the students to do a book report on. Seeing as it's the start of the quarter, she'd like to know how the new students of hers function.
Andy looks at her book, a frown coming to her face.
"Don't like the book," Kyoya asks her.
"Not at all," she says, pouting over the novella in front of her. Of Mice and Men is one of her most hated writings. She simply begins to write an outline for it. She's glad it something she's already read. That way, she can focus on playing more than school.
Andy knows that that sounds horrible, but she honestly doesn't see the point of school. All she's ever wanted was to play professional soccer. Why sit in a chair and learn things like Chemistry if she's never going to need to apply it? Her mother always was displeased with her view on school. Saying one day she'll need an education to fall back on just in case soccer doesn't work out. If she was to get an actual job or go to college, it would probably be for writing. She was always fascinated by the way people can make magical things appear on a paper and into her imagination. Her mother wasn't too pleased about this news either.
However, she is pleased that, for her own sake, Andy accepted the scholarship offer to University of North Carolina, to play for the team her hero played for while she was in college.
Kyoya simply reads the shot story he was assigned, "The Yellow Wallpaper" while looking over at Andy. This girl interested him, no doubt. He doesn't quite understand her. He's gathered all the information about her that he could possibly gather. In her small career on the team, she's been capped 45 times and has 51 international goals. She's a few inches shorter than him, standing at 5'5". But, other than that, who was she. He knows the athlete, but who is the person when she's not on the field? When she's at home?
That is also what's quirking his interest in her. He simply cannot understand the person behind the fame. He can read her, yes, but is he only reading what she wants him too? Above all, it's bugging him that he actually wants to know this. Why waste his time on her, when she'll just be gone?
Andy begins her report, using a pen to write. She runs thought it, knowing what to talk about, and specially bringing up the ending. So, thirty minutes later, she's handing it in.
The teacher gives her a weird look, "Are you sure you're done?"
"Yes," she says with a smile.
"Ok, well then…" She says, "Your free to do as you wish, that's all I had planned today."
"Would you mind if I go to the library," She asks, giving her a hopeful look.
"Of course," she says, nodding, giving her a note. She goes back, gathers her stuff and leaves the room.
Kyoya smirks to himself and begins to write. He knows exactly where she's going, and it's defiantly not the library.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Andy kicks the ball, watching it. Thunk. It bounces off the side of the wall separating the seats from the pitch. She dashes over, stops it and kicks it again. Thunk. She does this over and over again. She changed out that yellow nightmare of a dress and is in her usual shorts and tank top. Her cleats a tad tight on her feet, but this doesn't bother her. Her knee is feeling a bit better. It's getting stronger and stronger each day.
"This is an odd library, wouldn't you say?"
Andy takes a sharp breath and looks back. She rolls her eyes after seeing Kyoya leaning against the pole to the light.
"Hello, Ootori," she says, kicking it again. Thunk. "Is there something you want?" She dashes to the left, stopping the ball.
He doesn't say anything.
She sighs, flicking the ball in the air and catches it with her foot. "I know," she says, "I lied. I'm not in the library. You can tell Okaru-san if you'd like, I don't care."
"Don't care," he repeats. "Why?"
"I don't see the point in school," She says, "To most, it's to get a job. To you, it's to get the Ootori Company, but, to me, I've already got what I wanted, to play professionally. So, what's the point?"
"That an interesting notion," He simply says.
"Oh, come on," she says, "I know you've been wondering about me."
"And how, if I may ask, do you know this?"
"You're an Ootori," she says, "from what I've seen, you wonder about everything. You want to know anything that could possibly merit you in the future."
"Touché," he says with a smirk.
"Truth is, there's nothing you have to gain from me," she explains. "Well, besides my team's good remarks about the doctors and medical assistance on the field."
"Perhaps."
"I'm not an heiress, I don't own a company, and I'm not rich," She says, flicking the ball up and catching it with her other foot, "You have nothing to gain from me."
"Maybe."
"Those one word replies are annoying," she states, letting the ball fall to the ground.
"I know," He says, the smirk growing a bit. He crosses his arms as he just watches her, waiting to see if she shows any signs of who she is.
She looks over, "I'll kick this ball at you, I swear."
Kyoya simply decided it would be best to remain silent at that remark.
Andy simply looks at him, a small smile on her face. "You're interesting, Kyoya."
"The same could possibly be said for you."
"Possibly," She says, "Your covert glances at me all class periods speak as if you find that I am. Thought I can't possibly see why."
"For the sake of conversation, what if I did."
"You'd be shit out of luck," she says.
"Oh, really," he says in that condescending tone that Andy cannot stand.
She nods, "I'm not that interesting, truth be told."
"How can anyone tell if you refuse to let people see the real you," He asks.
Her eyes widen. 'So,' she thinks, 'he can see it after all.'
"I can tell," he simply says. "Why hide who you are?"
"I could ask you the exact same thing," She simply states.
"I have a reason," He says coolly, "for the company. You, however, don't. Does anyone know the true Adeline Val?"
"My team does," she says, "And that's all who needs to know."
"Not your family?"
"My mother doesn't, no."
"And no one else?"
"Not at all."
"We'll have to see about that," He challenges.
A bell rings from the distance. Kyoya simply picks up the bag and turns and begins to walk away. "I was thinking about stopping by," she yells at him, making him stop and look back at her over his sholder, "Yo your club, that is, one day."
Kyoya smirks, "We'd love to have you there."
Thoughts of that conversation still buzzing in his head as he heads to his next class. Tamaki is running his mouth once Kyoya get's to their class, though, that's far from unusual.
However, as Tamaki notices, the distant, lost in thought look on Kyoya's face is different from what he's use to. "Kyoya," he says, "Are you ok?"
"Of course, Tamaki," he states, sitting in his seat right next to the blonde. "Why wouldn't I be?"
'I can certainly think of a reason,' Tamaki thinks to himself, a small smile coming to his face.
"Kyoya, come on, it's time to leave," Tamaki whines. His taps his foot impatiently, only making Kyoya annoyed.
Alright," He says, turning and leaving with him. They both enter Kyoya's limo.
"Do you think we can use your kotasu?"
"Tamaki, is almost summer."
"Yeah, and?"
"No."
Tamaki frowns and opens his mouth to reply. But, the limo swerves and looses control. Kyoya had on his seat belt, unlike Tamaki. He grabs his friends arm as the limo hits something. Nothing in this world can describe the horrendous sound of a car hitting something. For moments after, it felt like days. Kyoya, who is alright, takes some deep breaths as he hears the limo driver ask if everyone is alright. Somehow, Kyoya responds. Tamaki looks up at his friend, he's relatively safe, with the exception of a cut on his forehead from hitting something.
"Stay still," Kyoya tells Tamaki, "You could possibly have a concussion."
Tamaki just nods, not saying a word. He was scared, terrified. And yet, Kyoya looks calm as ever.
This, however, wasn't true. He was scared as well, when it happened.
The door opens and the driver sees the two are alright.
"What happened," Kyoya asks, keeping his voice steady.
"Something smashed into the windsheld," he explained. It was either hit the light pole or an oncoming car..."
"I understand."
"I've called the paramedics, and the police are clearing everyone away."
Before Kyoya could respond, out the corner of his eye, he sees what hit the windshield. A soccer ball.
"Are you alright," He hears a frantic voice call.
His eyes meet Andy's, She was in shock as to what just happened and that she caused it. She felt horrible that her kick went out of her control and hit the windshield.
"Yes," he says, getting out the limo. The driver and himself get Tamaki out just as the paramedics arrived, as well as his sister, Fuyumi, who was called by the police.
"Kyoya," She says, wrapping her arms around her little brother. "What happened? Are you and Tamaki alright?"
"I'm fine," he says, "Tamaki could possibly have a concussion. It appears like a soccer ball was kicked and his the windshield."
"I'm so, so sorry," Andy says, tears coming to her eyes. "I didn't mean... I was just practicing and my knee got the better of me..."
Kyoya doesn't say a word. He simply sits on the curb of the street as the paramedics look at him, to see if he's alright. His eyes looking down, not thinking a single thing.
"Kyoya."
The teen looks up at the voice, "Yes, father."
"Are you alright."
"Yes."
"What happened here," He asks, as Andy goes and tells the officers what happened on her end of things.
"It seems that a soccer ball was kicked and smashed into the windshield, causing the driver to lose control."
His eyes look at Andy, "Is she the one who did this?"
"Yes, father," he answers, looking over at her, seeing tears run down her face. "I wouldn't suggest taking legal action, however."
His father looked shocked by that response, "Why not?"
Fuyumi looks at the two, "I'll go and see how Tamaki is doing."
Once she leaves, Kyoya explains, "She's a player for one of the teams at the world cup."
"Ah," He says, nodding, "I remember now. Legal action would look horrible."
Kyoya just nods. Without saying another word, Yoshio simply puts a hand on his son's shoulder and then leaves.
"Kyoya?"
He looks over and sees Andy. He stands, now that the paramedics and his father are done with him. He looks at her, as she shows her true colors for the first time since they met. Tears we're running down her face.
"I'm so, so sorry," she says, running over and hugging him.
This shocks him. He wraps his arms around her, "It's ok. We're ok."
"I know, but... you could have... and it would have been all my fault!"
"It's ok."
"I have to make this up to you," she says, "Please, anything. I don't have much money... but I'll try any way I can, please."
Kyoya nods, "Meet me in the club room tomorrow," He lets go of her, "I've got to check on Tamaki."
Andy nods, tears still running.
"Stop crying," He says, "We're both are fine."
"Ok. I'm sorry."
"I know you are."