"It's not my fault I can't beat a star soccer player, I always beat you in the other lessons," She protested, scowling playfully at him and pushing him gently, "I can play rough too Atlas, you weren't going to hurt me at all." Oriana was quite on board with the idea of soccer when Atlas brought it up, but she paused for a minute. Mr. Fona wasn't going to be happy with her if she once again skipped her assignment for the day and did it later. "Sure, but I'll come out a few minutes after you. Bathroom excuse. Otherwise, I'll be yelled at."
He rolled his eyes, "Don't take too long. Actually yeah, take as long as you want, gives me more time to warm up." Atlas looked at her, "Alright I'll meet you out on the field." He nodded at her and then got up and soon made his way to the field. Before he went to go warm up he went and put some shorts on and left his navy blue shirt be. Atlas then went to the field and began to look for a soccer ball. As he did, he began to talk to himself, "Holy shit, I can't believe that I just told her how I felt. And that I agreed to go to the dance, and somehow thought about asking her to go with me." He was going a million miles per hour, but soon enough he found a ball and began warming up.
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Oriana waved to him as he left and waited a few minutes before asking to use the bathroom. She immediately made a beeline towards the soccer fields, hastily pulling her hair up into a ponytail, and wishing she had gym in this set of classes. Sadly she didn't though, and so she was going to go play soccer in a pair of ripped jeans and a nice top, very much not soccer clothes. "Ready to lose?" She called to Apollo when she saw him on the field, a determined grin on her face.
"What makes you so confident it winning?" He smirked, his feet busy with the ball. He knew that he should go easy on her but her competitive nature made it hard to not match it. "First one to 3 goals wins?" Atlas asked her, let the ball stop moving. "And winner gets their choice of prize?" With that being said he would have to analyze her moves and figure out how to stop her, but Oriana was always unpredictable.
“I always win,” She jokingly replied, a grin on her face showing she didn’t believe it at all. Quickly, she nodded back, her grin growing, “Is there any rules about prize choice?” There was only a slim chance that she was going to win, especially in these clothes, but she was going to give it her all. As long as she could figure out Atlas’ tactics that was.
"No rules about prize choice. Anything." Atlas told her, passing her the ball. "You ready to get your ass whooped?" He actually had no idea if he could pull this off. But he was going to try. "Count down from three and then go?" Atlas fixed his hair and got positioned.
"Are you? I'm going to win," She replied cockily, nodding as she stepped to the right spot and tightened her ponytail for the last time. All she hoped now was that she wouldn't fall and ruin her clothes. They still had a whole day left of school after all. "Ready when you are."
"Alright. If you fall I got extra clothes in my locker." He knew how much Oriana cared about appearance but to himself he could careless on what he looked like. Atlas signaled to her that he was ready now that she had the ball, but this game was just all anticipation and some what tense. But even if he won he'd let Oriana get the prize, to be honest he didnt care about prizes, except for the state soccer trophy. But this was a friendly game so it didnt matter to Atlas.
"I'll try not to fall, I like this outfit," She replied, grinning at him as she started forward, "As long as the clothes don't stink though, It's an option." Oriana didn't start off easy, concentrating right from the get go. After all, she would have to play hard if she wanted to beat Atlas. He was statebound after all, and that meant he was going to be no easy opponent.
He matched her competition. At least practicing with Oriana gave him a bit more practice for playoffs. "I wash my own clothes thank you very much." He grinned, hoping that he wouldn't get hurt during this, but considering he warmed up it was a lesser chance of happening. "If you win what are you picking for your prize?" Atlas asked, staying close to her, watching her movements.
She just grinned in reply, thinking for a minute and using the silence to make another dart towards the goal and towards possibly scoring. "Hmmmm…that's a good question…probably something embarrassing for you, maybe I'll be nice though." Oriana's grin grew and she added in, getting used to being slightly out of breath from playing, "What about you? If you do win that is."
He matched her action with a defense one, but still staying close to her. "I'd still let you pick. I don't really care about a prize." Atlas told her, watching their distance from the goal. A little closer than what he'd like but he could work something out. "But if I wanted to choose it would probably be a date. I mean I've always wanted to ask you but this time if I win it would have to happen and I couldn't just push it off like I have been the last four years." He truthfully told her. Shut up if you let your inner boy side come out you'd want something from her. Fuck off, she's not an object. That mental conversation just messed him up and now he wasn't really on his game.
"Hmmm… a date wouldn't be terrible. Maybe I'd agree to one even if you don't win," She replied with a wink, taking his moment of distraction to her advantage and making another push for the goal, using some of the techniques she had learned when they had last played against each other. Oriana really didn't know what she would pick for her prize, especially if he would ask her out even if he did lose. She gritted her teeth as she thought and tried to focus more on scoring, kicking the ball towards the goal once she was in range. Hopefully bringing the score up to 1-0.
Atlas made sure to anaylze her moves, realizing that she had picked up some new moves from last time. "Where'd you learn to do that?" He asked, knowing that it was him but still asked her. He stuck close to her and watched for any signals of her going to get closer and score. "You know someones gotta win…and to be truthful, its going to be me." Atlas told her, getting close enough to steal the ball.
"From the best of the best," She replied with a wink and a grin, working harder to get around him and to the goal. All she had to do was score once and then she would be in the lead. "Nope, I'm going to win," Oriana replied, though he was right. More than likely he would win, especially if he succeded in stealing the ball like he almost just did.
