A/N: Just girl!A and B being weird.
Spanish/Exceed
The sky is blue today, almost artificially so. The skinny youth holding a battered tennis racket looks quite out of place on the court. It seems to big for him, but perhaps that's just his posture. He is wearing a scuffed pair of sneakers, the collar of his shirt is stained red. The legs of his faded jeans have been cut of at the knee.
pok. pok. pok. The tennis ball is banged down experimentally a few times. Then the boy assumes his stance. His partner, an equally skinny girl with tangled brown hair, looks at him expectantly.
"C'mon, hurry. We have to be inside at five."
Bam! The tennis ball, hit by the racket, flies into the net almost hard enough to make it tear.
"Damnit!" Off he goes to the side of the court, reaching for the half-empty jar of strawberry jam for comfort. The girl leans one hand on her hip and pushes her hair out of her eyes with the other.
"You quittin' ? Well, after thirteen lost games and one busted racket, it's natural to get a little frustrated. But still, I would've thought you'd go further than that. You did so much already. You learned Spanish-"
"¡Cállate de una vez! So did you."
The girl was undeterred. "You learned Spanish, you cut your hair, you eat nothing but this horrible sweet stuff-"
"I said shut it, A. Jam is sweet stuff, not horrible sweet stuff, and I have liked it long before I knew that the current,"he put extra emphasis on the word, "that the current L likes sweet things. And with some more practice, I will exceed all expectations and become an outstanding tennis player."
"As soon as you get the ball past the net, sure." A laughed and dodged out of the way of a tennis ball that was thrown into her general direction.
"¡Cállate de una vez!"