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Tobin Heath pulled her motorcycle into a handicap spot closest to the building. Surely whoever was handicapped at this school wouldn’t miss it too much. If they did, then they needed to work on not being so helpless that they can’t even walk the 20 yards into building like the rest of them. She might have almost run over a few people getting there. She probably got a few peoples toes too, but they’ll live.
Once stepping of her bike, Tobin immediately pulled out a cigarette and started smoking. It was a bad habit, but she told herself she could quit whenever she wanted to. As she walked along the sidewalk, she took note of the fearful looks she received from everyone.
And with good reason were they scared.
Tobin Heath single-handedly destroyed more kids than divorce. She even brought one teacher into early retirement. Poor old woman was broken down mentally and physically due to the reckless girl’s inappropriate behavior and ability to get inside peoples’ minds.
Let’s not even get started on her police record. Theft, breaking and entering, harassment, and public soliciting to name a few.
All in all, Tobin Heath was a badass and she wanted everyone to know it.
The girl smirked to herself when she noticed another dark figure approaching her.
"Solo," she greeted.
"Heath," the girl countered. Wordlessly the tall dark-haired girl asked for the cancer stick. She took a long drag and handed it back to her slightly shorter friend. "I see you decided to come to school today," she commented, blowing out the smoke from her system.
"Yeah, I like to mix it up a little. Keep you on your toes." Tobin adjusted the beanie on her head, looking around the courtyard. She hated this place with a passion. Everything about it really. From the teachers, to the sports, to the people. Well some of the people that is. Hope was her only friend and Kelley she guessed was a cool person too.
They wandered around aimlessly for a while until Tobin stopped suddenly.
"Bro, who is that?" she asked, her arm flying to Hope’s stomach. Her friend stopped to glare at her, forcefully removed the arm that momentarily knocked the wind out of her. When she saw that Tobin was in a daze, she looked up and followed her eyesight.
"That’s Christen Press. Dude she’s been going here for like, ever," Hope said in a ‘duh’ voice.
"Not that one, the next to O’Hara…"
"Oh that’s Alex Morgan, soccer prodigy and honor student. She moved here before Christmas break," Hope explained. Tobin looked on at the scene in front of her. The girl- Alex- was laughing along with her friends, with the arm of Servando Carrasco slung around her shoulder.
She would have to be lying to herself if she said that Alex wasn’t beautiful. She was stunning even. Long brown hair that flowed down her back. Nice toned legs. Killer smile. Good tan. She had it all.
"How come I didn’t know about this?" Tobin asked, slightly offended that such a pretty secret was kept from her.
"I mean, you would know if you ever came to school for more than an hour."
"I came yesterday!"
"For 30 minutes and they weren’t even consecutive! You went to first for what, six minutes, then second and third combined for like fifteen minutes, and the rest of the time was in between bells."
"Yeah, but all my teachers still gave me homework! Every single one of those bitches that I passed had something to say to me."
"You poor thing…"
The pair gave each other one look, laughed and kept walking. Tobin’s mind was still somewhat on the girl she had just learned about, but for the most part, it was on the next girl she would have sex with.
..
It was in between third and fourth period when Tobin walked out of the janitors, leaving the girl she just fucked alone to get dressed again. Immediately she felt a body crash into hers. Not hard enough to make her fall down, but just enough to piss her off.
"Watch where you’re going!" She snapped.
"No, you watch where you’re going. You bumped into me!" A raspy voice argued.
Tobin was caught off guard by the fact that whoever bumped into wasn’t on their knees and apologizing. No one has ever spoken back to her like that. Did this person not know who she was?
She whipped her head around with a scowl, putting herself face to face with the other contender. It was that not so new girl…Alex. One thing she failed to notice earlier was that Alex had these wonderfully hypnotizing piercing blue eyes. It was like looking into the ocean. An ocean that was about to be pissed in because this girl's actions were inexcusable.
"Do you know who I am?" Tobin asked, jabbing a finger into Alex’s chest, making her back up against the lockers. She was even more infuriated when the soccer player slapped her hand away. Instead, the badass used her arms to trap the brunette. She didn’t give Alex a chance to reply. "I’m Tobin fucking Heath. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this, but I run this school. Got it, princess?" Her face got dangerously closer to Alex’s with every word.
"I don’t give a fuck who you are! You bumped into me and then you proceeded to be rude. Now you could make this difficult, or you could just apologize so I can be on my way." Who does she think she is?!
"I don’t apologize."
"Then I guess we’re done here." Alex forcefully removes Tobin’s arm so she could get free. The crowd that had gathered around them split like the red sea to let her through. Tobin stood still in awe at how everything went down. She had just been told off… She, the Tobin Heath, had just been told off!
The school’s badass watched the brunette leave, her gaze switching from glaring at the back of Alex’s head and her ponytail swishing side to side, to checking out her ass which she had to admit was very nice. Suddenly she became very conflicted and the line between lust and hate thinned.
"The fuck is everyone staring at?!" She barked. The people in the hallway scattered like roaches. All but one other person had left.
That other person was Hope Solo. Tobin was about to asked her what just happened, as she was still pretty shocked, but her friend was too busy getting her seven goddamn chuckles in to even hear a question if asked one. Tobin shook her head. Some friend she was.
"Dude!" The taller of the two tried to say more, but she couldn’t and burst out laughing some more. "Oh that was great…" she sighed, wiping some tears from her eyes.
"Shut up, Solo."
Hope laughed even more. She had never seen anyone give her friend a run for her money like Alex just had. If only she could have gotten it on camera.
..
Alex plopped down in the seat of her 4th period class with a huff. She was still mad Tobin Heath had blamed the collision on her, and then tried to intimidate and humiliate her by getting all up in her face. She was innocent and just because the little wannabe rebel was too proud to admit it, it didn’t give her the right to be so cruel.
Actually furious would be a better description of how she felt right now.
"Well if you weren’t famous before, you’re a legend now," Kelley O’Hara said taking seat next to her friend.
"What are you talking about, Kel? I’m seriously not in the mood.."
"No one has ever stood up to Tobin before. I imagine nerds everywhere are praising you as we speak," her freckled friend joked. This only got a small smile from Alex.
She really didn’t want to have a problem with the school’s biggest ‘badass’. There was already so much stuff she had to put up with at home. Alex was constantly stressed that she would make the wrong move, say the wrong thing, not be back home in time… And then there was her mother. It was too much.
"You should know that she’s in this class." Alex knew who Kelley was talking about and groaned, attracting the attention of a few students.
"Fuck my life," she muttered.
"But don’t worry she might not even show up. She hardly ever does…"
For the first twenty minutes of class Kelley’s words had been true. Key words: had been. During the middle of Mrs. Rodriguez’s speech, none other than Tobin Heath swaggered into the classroom looking completely careless and a little high.
"How nice of you to join us, Miss Heath."
"Aww, Melissa you’re going to make me blush," Tobin jokes. She’s the only one laughing. Everyone else in the class looks on worried at what might happen next. Another episode involving the resource officers? A verbal slaying of some kid whom she had no reason to be mad at, but she didn't like the way he looked at her? "Sorry I haven’t been present much but you know how it is."
"That’s Mrs. Rodriguez to you," the teacher says, showing no emotion and trying to keep her cool. The child always wanted to make a scene and cause trouble. She couldn't decide whether to pity her parents or blame them for how the child acted. "I take it you’re not prepared once again," she inquired. "Considering you lack even a pencil."
Tobin dug around in her jeans, pretending to look for a writing utensil. She pulled out a gold lighter. “Ha oops, that’s not it.”
"Why am I not surprised?" her teacher deadpanned.
"Um…yes, see what had happened was uh, my sister ate my homework. And uh I think i used the only pencil i had, to roast marshmallows with the pack of wolves i live with.. Sorry." This gets a laugh from everyone but Alex. Yes it was funny she supposed, but Alex did not like Tobin, therefore she would not laugh.
"Please find your seat." The ‘badass’ didn’t comment any further and made her way towards the back. She didn’t notice Alex because the brunette had her head down on the desk. Not to hide from Tobin cause she certainly wasn’t scared, but because as this day progressed her head started to pound more and more. A migraine was forming and she prayed it wouldn't worsen. Last time she had a migraine she couldn't see for three days.
..
Practice sucked for Alex. Every header she did sent her ears ringing, but its not like she could just stop. Cal was her dream college. Her mother went there and so she would too.
"So why are we here?" Tobin asked Hope who was a little ahead of her, but still not visible by anyone for the were hidden behind the bleachers. A cig rested between her lips but she had yet to light it. She was too lazy to do it.
"I told you, I watch the soccer team practice everyday…" It was obvious that her tall dark haired friend was distracted.
"Watch the team or watch Kelley?" she asked with a smirk. She got her answer when Hope shrugged. Tobin figured she had done enough of looking around at the scenery and decided to watch some soccer herself. She was quite impressed with the skill level of the team. But then again what would she know about the sport? She assumed they were good judging by the fancy foot work and bullet placed in the back of the net.
She also spotted some people she knew. Tobin wasn't friends with them for sure, but she certainly knew not to fuck with them. There was Abby Wambach: almost six foot and packed with muscle. Then there was Ashlyn Harris: also almost six foot and equally buff. And of course there was Kelley, simply because Hope would kick her ass if she did anything to her.
Her jaw dropped for the second time today when she saw Alex Morgan. She was shirtless (sports bra on of course), sweat dripping down her face and gliding down her taut stomach.
"Shit.." Tobin mumbled.
"Tongue tied?" Tobin composed herself, straightening her back and closing her mouth.
"Please," she scoffed. "I don’t get tongue tied."
"Sure," Hope drawled. "So Alex is pretty beast," she alleged after a moment of silence between the two. She watched as Tobin shrugged, not taking her eyes of the field. "It kinda sucks that she’s like the only chick in school that won’t sleep with you." Hope smirked when Tobin glared at her.
"I can get anyone to sleep with me," the shorter of the two replied confidently.
"I’m feeling a bet coming on."
"What’re we betting exactly?" Tobin crossed her arms and tried to act nonchalant.
"If you get Alex to sleep with you by the end of soccer season, I’ll give you two hundred bucks. If I win the bet, you pay me two hundred. Deal?"
Tobin thought about the proposition for a moment. She could use an extra two hundred to get some new cycle gear she wanted. Plus she got paid to have sex. It’s like prostitution, but its not.
"Hell yeah." The two shook hands.