Person A goes to play football (or any preferred sport) with their friends and sees Person B chilling with another group of people. Wanting to introduce them self to B but not wanting to seem like a stalker, A decided to kick the ball over to where B is and run over to return it. However in executing their plan, A accidents hits B in the face.
It's not the first time she's seen the girl here. Every Tuesday and Friday if Beca remembers clearly. Beca wonders if she even goes to school here, because she's never seen her in school, only outside, lying on the grass with her group of friends, watching the guys' football team and cheering every time someone scores a touchdown.
If it wasn't for the big group of girls surrounding the gorgeous creature, Beca would have gone over there weeks ago. She wasn't afraid to ask someone out, she was the captain of the lacrosse team for crying out loud. That didn't mean she had a line of people waiting to date her, but she was fairly known around school and, let's just say that Beca was never alone if she didn't want to be.
This ginger girl with a mouth that won't stop laughing is making her doubt her skills, however. And it's a good thing she's got a mask covering her face, because even though the item is to protect her from the rubber ball that's flying around, it's also making sure her burned cheeks aren't revealed to the girl who notices it every time Beca stares at her.
She would drop her head first, the corners of her mouth lifting a bit and then she would glance over to where Beca stood on the lacrosse field, smile widening and staring back at her until Beca would either get body-checked by the opponent team, or she'd feel as though the air got ripped from her lungs and the only way to fill them again was to look away from the girl.
And Beca would try really hard to not look back, she would. But something inside her always made her turn back to where the girl was lied down.
Beca wasn't one that would just share looks with a girl and then not approach her. Normally, she'd go up immediately to a girl who's even just giving her a second glance. But Beca's lost every bit of confidence when it comes to the redhead.
When the ball comes her way, she's clearly not thinking straight, because as she catches the rubber ball in the pocket of the head, her two hands work on this crazy thought that came to mind. She watches as the ball rushes out of the net, not towards where the opponent goalie is standing, but heading right to the group of girls. The ball bounces two times, losing some of its strength, and then Beca watches it impact on the pretty girl's forehead.
"Oh shit, fuck! Are you okay?" Beca's hovering over the injured girl who's lying on her back. Beca's got the end of the shaft placed on the grass to hold herself up, the metal bars of her helmet pushed up, so her face is shown and one hand resting on the girl's cheek.
"Well, with this beautiful view, I'm fine." The girl chuckles, but she still rubs the place above her left eye with her lips pressed together.
"Jesus, I'm so sorry." Beca moves to her knees so the girl can sit up straight. She's only now noticing how mean the group of girls are looking at her, but she couldn't care less about them. "Sure you're okay?" She asks to make sure.
"Beca Mitchell, right?"
"Yeah."
"Aren't you supposed to be the best lacrosse player of the school?"
"Is that what you've heard?" Beca tips her head and winks, finally regaining some of her confidence.
"It is, actually. I'm just wondering how the best player can miss her target by..-" She looks as though she's measuring the distance between herself and the goal. "-A rough fifty feet?"
Beca sucks at math, so she honestly has no idea if the girl is close, or if she's mocking her. "Who says I missed my target?"
The girl's jaw drops, mouthing a 'wow' while they both share a laugh. "So you intended to hit me in the face?"
"No, I'm just saying..-" Beca replies, looking back at the field where her team is taking a break. "-If this gets me your number, I'll still have scored."
Chloe hides her face in her two hands, but Beca can hear the giggles escaping. "So you're saying I should give you my number, so you won't be a loser?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying." Beca replies quick and smug.
The girl rolls her eyes and stares at Beca for a second before going through her bag and getting a pen and a piece of paper out of it. "My name is Chloe by the way, but you can call me tonight." The girl says as she hands Beca the piece of paper.
And Beca doesn't believe she's heard anything smoother than that. Her eyes are widened, mouth open and her fingers shake around the paper in between them. And she's not sure what kind of rollercoaster Chloe is, but she's sure the ride will be worth the twists in her stomach.