Tina. Her eyes, her voice, and her toned body. It would just never escape the confinements of her mind.

Bette huffed frustratedly as she typed away at the school’s outdated yet efficient school computers. Her tournament was in four hours and she still hadn’t finished revising and editing her speech. Like a true high school student, she left it off until the last minute, but she had a good memory and could probably memorize the nine minute speech in half an hour. But her efforts to fix the speech were taking longer than usual as images of a certain beautiful blonde evaded her thoughts. It got worse as time flew by and in no time all she could think about was Tina. She quickly skimmed over the rest of the speech, checking for correct conventions, and printed it.

The librarian,whom she never learned the name of, gave her the printed copy for students weren’t allowed to touch the school’s printer. She happily took it, said goodbye to him, and set off into the cold fall air that was well-known in Seattle.

"Warriors! We fight! We fight and we win! We fight, we win, and fight again! Go warriors!" the Hazen High School cheerleaders yelled enthusiastically with fake smiles plastered on most of their faces as they tried to mimic the routine Helena demonstrated a few minutes ago.

She looked please from her seat on the bottom step of the outdoor bleachers and clapped her approval. "Alright ladies, see you all tomorrow. Good job."

 The girls looked happier than they were when doing the routine as they scampered off into the locker room.

"Tina I need to see you for a moment," Helena stated as she took a giant swig from her water bottle but she didn’t need it. She, the most athletic, was the only person in the squad who didn’t break a sweat no matter how intense practice was. Tina hoped one day she would be in Helena’s position.

"Yeah," Tina said as she fell back from the crowd of teenage girls, making their way to the school’s room. She couldn’t wait to go home and shower for the communal showers at the school looked gross and unsanitary. Sweat drenched through the back of her tank top and her hair looked like she just got out of bed. She knew this look turned many guys on at the school and she was hoping to change before the football team came out to practice. Disgusting pictures of Henry popped out into her mind and she threw it away in her mind’s trash can. If she threw him in the recycling bin, he might come back as something even more horrible. It was best to leave him in the past.