How Life's Rivers Flow
By Vampire-knows
Lupo
If I was going to play any team sport, basketball was more my thing, but if soccer was what I had to do until then, then it's what I'd do. Hopefully they wouldn't expect me to show up to any weekend practices, though. I probably wasn't going to be that into it.
Being on this team suddenly became promising, though, as soon as I walked into the gym and made my way to the other girls. Sitting amongst them was the tantrum from earlier, a not so subtle glare pointed straight at me. I smirked at her as her friend noticed me and said something. I didn't get to observe whatever conversation they were having, instead having my attention pulled by the coach.
"I'm Coach Dwyer and you're late," she stated, looking at me expectantly.
"I'm Lupo Greyback and hopefully only late to class. I don't need to be seventeen and pregnant," I smiled, laughing at my own joke.
"Right, you're the one of the few that are new this year," she sighed. "You missed my conversation with the team."
"Lucky me."
Her eyes narrowed and she pointed at the bleachers, "Just go sit down." As I walked away, she turned back to the girls, "This is Lupo Greyback, she's new to the school district, fill her in on what she needs to know."
All of the girls watched me as I walked up the bleachers. A few nicer ones tried to invite me to sit with them, but I turned them down and continued on my way to Tantrum who was watching me like a hawk. Her friend who was just talking quieted as I reached them, no one saying anything as I just stood there and refused to break eye contact with Tantrum.
I only did so when the girl sitting on her other side spoke up, "Those shorts aren't school appropriate."
I turned to meet her glare, though hers wasn't near the caliber of Tantrum's. "Your face isn't school appropriate," I replied, not missing a beat and making her drop the strand of hair she had been messing with.
The mocha skinned girl reached past Tantrum, patting the other girl's arm, "Don't listen to her, JJ."
"Yeah," Tantrum smirked, apparently finally coming up with something to say, "She's just got a wedgie from those shorts."
"Really? I thought you'd have something better than that, Tantrum."
"What'd you call me?"
"Tantrum. Like the one you threw earlier."
"At least I didn't try to kill someone with my car door like your lug of a brother."
I nodded, "He is a lug. But at least he's capable of causing actual damage and not just a bunch of talk."
"You want me to prove how much damage I can do?" she asked, getting louder as she stood up. Seeing that she was about an inch or two shorter than me seemed to fuel her fire even more, her face getting red with anger and making me laugh.
"Try me, tantrum," I shrugged, not even bothering to take off my hoop earrings for whatever was about to happen.
"Her name is Max," 'JJ' snarled from where she was still planted on the bleachers.
I didn't even look at her, holding up a hand in her direction, "Hush, potato-face."
"Don't insult my friends," Max growled, pushing my shoulder.
"This isn't middle school, Maxi. You can do better than that."
And she tried. Her fist snapped towards my face, but I ducked and grabbed her arm, about to turn and dig my elbow into her gut before Coach Dwyer's voice shouted over the silence that had formed. "Ride! Greyback! To the office! Now!"