Elena took the papers from his hand, a brief brush on contact causing a shock between them. [I] Football shit? Maybe he didn't mean it that badly? Maybe he just swears a lot.. [/I] she thought to herself, raising a speculative eyebrow, switching her gaze over to the friend 'Mason'. 

"No. You certainly don't want to lose to Westfield Prep.." she half yelled the last part, hearing a few grunts of displeasure from behind her. Men and their pride. She flashed the boy a smile. "Enjoy practice, boys." Elena concluded turning to the bleachers to resume her position. As she passed by Sam, she boldly gave him a slight wave and began climbing up the bleachers as if it had been nothing. 

[I]Boys... What am I going to do about them? [/I] she silently mused, tucking her dirty sheet music securely into a spare folder.