On Monday, Viola went to school as normal. She paid attention in classes, laughed when Justin and his friends put a stinkbomb in the changing rooms when the freshmen were in there and sat down with the soccer team at lunch time to formulate the next stage of their plan.

"I think she should just ask him out," said one of the guys.

"No! Don't be stupid," Kia said, as though it was obvious. All the guys looked at her oblivious.

"Viola needs him to fall for her, not just date her. To do that, Duke needs to want her, to be infatuated." Yvonne hoped the guys were keeping up with her as she said this.

"How do we do that?" questioned Justin, who was slightly less confused than the rest of the team.

"The easiest way is to make him jealous, which shouldn't be too hard considering that Viola is dating his archenemy, AKA you, Justin."

"But how do we make him see us together?"

"First I have to see him again," Viola said, trying to think of anyway she could make that happen. "The Illyrian team have a soccer practice after-school today. I could say I couldn't find my brother and go and watch them. That way I can also discover their tactics."

"Okay. You can go tonight. Shall we come with you?" Yvonne offered.

"Nah, if I go alone, Duke will be focused on me."

Viola finished school and going with her friends onto her usual bus home, she caught the bus that stopped close to Illyria. After a twenty minute journey and a five minute walk, Viola walked through the gates onto campus. Everyone was strolling around. Classes had finished and people were either heading to clubs or meeting their friends.

Slipping off her Cornwall jacket, Viola went straight to Sebastian's dorm, ignoring the cat-calls she got from left, right an centre. If he or Duke was in there, she would have to come up with a decent excuse to why she is going to watch the training. Knocking on their door for the third time made Viola believe that neither of them were there. With that, she headed around the long way to the soccer pitch, trying not to look too eager.

Eventually, she found it. There were a few guys milling around in kit, no one that she knew, and it seemed as though the coach was still inside. Viola took a seat four rows up, three in, and planted her bag down on the seat beside her. It didn't look like anyone had noticed her, but she couldn't be sure.

Five minutes later, the bulk of team team had finally emerged onto the pitch - although Duke had still to make an appearance. Toby and Andrew were visible through the crowd.

Viola had been discovered pretty quickly. It was rare for someone to come and watch the practice and being a hot girl, even more attention had been the her. Who was she? What was she doing here?

Finally Duke came onto the field, followed by the coach. Immediately he noticed everyone looking up into the stands and saw Viola. He smiled and she smiled back.

"Right ladies, let's get started." the coach looked around at their still gaping faces, all directed towards Viola. "Yes, we've all notice the girl watching so I suggest you get started so as not to look like complete wallys."

Pulling the team out of their deranged fantasies, they began their drills. Four laps around the pitch, five minutes of push-ups, dribbling with the ball.

"Alright boys. Water-break for two minutes."

Everyone relaxed. A few went to grab water bottles, others sat down. One collapsed. The guys were all talking,with one theme to their conversations: Viola.

Duke, ignoring the commotion caused by the girl, walked over to the biggestgroup of guys and said:"Guys, I think we need to begin planning tactics for the game. It's just overthree weeks away and I think we should-"

"Duke! How can you talk about soccer when the hottest girl in the history of girls is sitting watching us play?"one of the players asked, astounded.

"Duke has given up all hope on girls because he can't talk to them," another said in reply before Duke could respond. The team laughed.

The coach came up behind them. "Come on ladies," he yelled in their ears. "Back to work."

The first stringers began to slip off their shirts, showing off their perfect bodies. Viola whistled. Some of the guys winked back at which point Viola would smiled sexily. Duke just laughed to himself.