Saoirse (Soccer)

Saoirse walks in, smiling sincerely at the teacher.

"Excuse me, sir, could I take Mr O'Leary from the class?" she asks sweetly.

"Oh, sure," the teacher nods. "Mr O'Leary?"

"Yeah, I'm here," you say, standing and quickly heading out the door to meet Saoirse.

Saoirse closes the door behind you, turning to look at you .

"What's up?" you ask.

The moment the door closes behind you, Saoirse’s sweet smile vanishes. It twists into an annoyed scowl as she crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her cleavage up in her half-unbuttoned uniform.

“Did you fucking seriously join the soccer team?” she snaps. “If you did, quit. Right fucking now.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Huh? Why?”

Saoirse lets out an irritated huff, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“That bitch coach of yours went straight to the principal and glazed you so hard, saying shit like ‘the soccer team actually has a real chance this season’ and ‘we finally have a talented guy on the team.’”

She rolls her eyes dramatically.

“And of course the principal believed her. Now the cheerleading team has to come out and support your stupid fucking soccer matches on top of everything else. We already have to cheer for the football team and the volleyball team. I don’t have time for this extra bullshit.”

Saoirse steps closer, jabbing a finger into your chest, her pretty face twisted in irritation.

“So be a good boy and quit that pathetic little club of yours. Understand?”

She stares at you arrogantly, clearly used to getting what she wants.