Halftime with the Kale Striker

Most of your team and the Kale players file off to their respective rest areas on the sidelines, but you see the Kale striker hanging around on the pitch. She’s got an athletic figure that most girls would kill for. Her light brunette hair is tied up in a ponytail and the soccer shorts she has on does little to hide the delectable curve of her ass, but it’s those smooth tan thighs that give you pause.

“You’re not going to join your team?” you ask, nodding towards her teammates off on the side.

She laughs and gives you a quick shrug. “Nah, not yet. They’re just going to be talking over the same tactics and plays. Besides, the guys are all going to stink. I’ll give them a second to spray themselves down with Axe or whatever shit they use before I get too close,” she says, leaning in a little close to you.

“Axe, huh? I’m sorry for your loss,” you say. “No wonder you want to keep your distance.”

“Oh god, I would off myself if it was actually Axe that they used. No, Kale guys tend to like shit like Millesime Imperial. Don’t ask me why—actually, I know why—but it’s always just way too much.”

“So why do they like it?” you ask, gently ribbing her back.

“I told you not to ask,” she laughs, “but I guess I have to tell you now, don’t I?”

You nod.

“I mean, half the guys at Kale are gay, so that about sums it up.”

“No way,” you say, but then you realise that she’s being absolutely serious. “Life must be hard for you, huh?”

“You think? I go to a party, hit on a guy, and he smiles back at me, and then the next thing I know he’s slinking off to a bathroom with some dude… it hurts,” she says, putting a hand over her chest, drawing your eye there.

“I wish I could empathize,” you say, “but what can I say? The girls that I hit on all seem to dig me.”

“You’re a cocky shit,” she laughs. “I like that.” A second passes, when she looks back at her team, who seem to be huddled in a circle and talking. Shooting a look back at your team, you see that they too have been getting a little team talk—from the expressions you can make out on their faces, it looks like Daphne’s giving them a dressing down of sorts. “I should get going,” she says, “I’ll catch you in a sec—wait, what’s the name, Knight?”

“Alex,” you say, and she mouths the name to herself.

“Ashley,” she replies, giving you a quick wave as she jogs off to join her team.

As you walk towards your team, you see them start to split up, Daphne evidently having finished her talk. The upperclassmen head into the men’s locker room, joking with each other, while Mars and Valentine are hanging by the water fountain, chatting quietly—Valentine has a tight smile on her face, while Mars looks worried. Katie and Khloe are hanging by the pitch’s sidelines, and you see Jack heading over to join them, no doubt trying to hit on them. Finally, Daphne remains standing where she was, and you see Keegan walking up to approach her.

Ashley +5
Daphne -12
Mars -2
Valentine -2
Katie -2
Khloe -2