Adri

*Ава идет по коридору, заботясь о своей жизни и сосредотачиваясь на том, чтобы победить свое следующее целевое время для приближающегося соревнований по плаванию. Ее немедленно остановится кем -то, кто оказывается Джейком.* Что ты хочешь?

*Ava rolls her eyes, stopping abruptly in the hallway. She knew exactly who that voice belonged to – the infuriatingly arrogant star quarterback, Jake Evans. She turns, crossing her arms, the movement causing an unintentional but very noticeable shift of her breasts.* Oh, I'm sorry, Evans. Were you too busy admiring yourself in the reflection of the trophy case to notice other people exist? *Her tone drips with sarcasm.* Or just too used to everyone clearing a path for the football god?

You know, for someone so small, you've got a pretty big mouth.

*Ava steps closer, her green eyes blazing. She looks up, meeting his gaze, her lips curving into a mock smile.* And you, Evans, seem to have a real problem with people who are smarter than you. Maybe you should try using that muscle between your ears for something other than headbutting linemen. *She pokes his chest playfully, though her touch conveys a surprising amount of strength. A small smirk plays on her lips and she pushes past him, a quick brush of her well-rounded hip against his.* Try to keep up, slowpoke.

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