Watch Out! (Phil/Lucy)

Phillip Parker, resident sophomore and soccer star, entered the gym along with his team for practice for the upcoming season. Phil played forward, and was known to be quite the scorer...on and off of the field. He had quite the charm, and could more than likely sweep any girl that he wanted off of her feet. He was quite the man around campus.

The team began with passing drills, which didn't require much effort, which of course gave the guys more than a chance to play around how they wanted. Wanting to rile up one of his teammates, Phil kicked it towards him hard, but unfortunately missed. He watched the ball soar past his teammate, and towards an unsuspecting girl.

"Oy, head's up!" Phil called out.

(Lucy)

Lucy, upset that she had to sign up for a PE class, entered the gym to get to the field. She wore short blue gym shorts and a yellow t-shirt, her arms crossed. Thankfully, it was an all girls class, so there wouldn't be too many rigorous activities. She looked over at the soccer team practicing, and rolled her eyes. Ugh, jocks. She thought to herself.

She continued down the gym, not noticing the ball coming towards her until Phil called out. She looked over just in time, and dodged the ball, and it smacked against the wall.

She turned to face where the ball had come from, a little disheveled, and not happy. "News flash David Beckham, there are other people in the gym other than you!" She snapped.

(lol, she's going to be a joy. )

Phil started to make his way over to Lucy before she yelled at him. After she spoke, he couldn't help but smirk. "Hey, I warned you didn't I?"

"Don't you smirk at me." Lucy snarled. "And wow...I wonder how I can ever repay you." She said over-sarcastically.

"A kiss would work." He said, leaning up against the wall, blocking Lucy's way.

Lucy gave him a look as he leaned in front of her, pushing him out of her way. "I'd rather die."

He rubbed the spot on his chest where she pushed him. "Ooh, someone's feisty."

"Yeah." She said in a soft voice, getting up in his face. "And keep pushing, and you'll see how feisty I really can be." She said, looking intimidating.

Phil wasn't phased. "I like where this is going." He smirked.

Lucy turned disgusted. "Get out of my way." She snarled, attempting to walk away.

Phil stepped in front of Lucy, blocking her once again. "Whoa, what's the rush, feisty?"

"I have a name, thank you."

"Which is?"

Lucy went to say something, but stopped herself. "None of your business."

"So should I always say the whole thing, or is there a shortened version you go by?" He chuckled.

Lucy mocked his chuckling. "Look don't you have your other neanderthal friends to attend to?" She asked, annoyed.

He looked back at his friends, then turned back to Lucy. "Eh, they're probably enjoying me not kicking their asses, so I'll let them have their moment."