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Twelfth Night, or Whatever

Chapter Two

"Did any of you catch the name of that hottie that made the team?" Andrew asked.

"Dude, I don't think you should be talking about her in such terms. She's your teammate now," Duke admonished, trying hard to keep his own mind off of her.

"Yeah, you better listen to your captain, Andrew," Toby warned playfully.

"Man, whatever."

A knocking came from the door, followed by a female voice calling, "Sebastian! You jerk, you forgot to give me my phone back!"

Duke walked over and opened the door, which took the girl outside aback. "Sebastian's not here," he managed to get out as he realized that this was the girl from the try-outs.

"Oh, sorry," she said, trying to cover up her embarrassment. "I'm Viola, his sister. I think I saw you at the try-outs?"

"Yeah, Duke Orsino, I'm the captain."

"Great! Could you tell Sebastian that he has my phone and that Princess Monique will not stop calling! She's really getting on my nerves. Tell him to dump her," she said straightforwardly. "And I'll see you around, Captain." And with that, a wave, and a smile, she was gone."

'Great, she's my roommate's sister,' Duke thought. 'And I can't help being attracted to her. This is bloody perfect, it is.'

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Sebastian didn't get back in for a few hours. Toby and Andrew had been done left, and Duke was left alone planning game strategies.

"Man, you and your soccer. You have a lot in common with my sister, you know?" Sebastian said, startling Duke out of his thoughts.

"Speaking of your sister, she came by earlier. Said that you still have her cell. She also said that, quote, Princess Monique will not stop calling, she really getting on her nerves, and that you should dump her," Duke recited dutifully.

"Sounds like Viola," he replied, throwing her cell on the bed. "I figured out I had her cell when Yvonne and Kia kept texting wondering if she'd made the team, which I still don't know yet."

"Oh, she did. She's an amazing player," Duke assured him.

"Good to know," he said, rummaging in his bag for something. The phone on the bed suddenly begins to ring. "Hey, look on the screen and see who's calling."

"Someone named Justin."

"Hang up on him, she really needs to take her own advice."

"Boyfriend?" Duke asked, getting a sick feeling in his stomach for some reason. "And I'm sensing that you don't like him."

"He's a jackass, I know, she knows, hell, you even know it," he replied.

"I know it? I don't even know the guy," Duke reminded.

"Yeah, you do. He's Cornwall's captain."

"Do you mean Draten? Doesn't she think that her relationship might interfere with the game when we play them?" he asked, outraged, although it was more at the thought of her being with him than her possibly putting the team's victory on the line.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Viola doesn't love anything more than soccer," Sebastian declared. "Now, I've got to go return her phone or else you might not have a roommate come tomorrow."

Duke chuckled as he watched Sebastian leave, but he really didn't like the thought of Viola having a boyfriend. 'He better treat her right.' However, he wasn't certain if he wanted Viola to be happy with him or not…

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It was Saturday, and Justin had picked Viola up for a romantic picnic in the park. Or at least, it was supposed to be romantic. It certainly wasn't supposed to involve them yelling at each other.

"I can't believe you are playing for that pathetic excuse for a team! Viola, you should not have even tried out!" he shouted.

"How dare you tell me what I should and should not do!" she shot back.

"I am your boyfriend! I have every right to do so!"

"Well, maybe I don't want you to be my boyfriend anymore!" she cried, and turned to walk away.

"Oh, no you don't," he roared, grabbing her arm roughly and squeezing hard. "You are my girlfriend, and that doesn't change until I say it does!"
"Justin! You're hurting me!" she said, trying to escape from his hold.

"Maybe you should think about how good you have it. I'll see you later, baby," he said, pulling her into a forceful kiss and then letting her go before walking away.

Viola looked from his retreating back to her left forearm, which was already starting to form a hand-shaped bruise. What was she supposed to do now?

Tbc…

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