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[color=#cd858d]𝖅𝖆𝖈𝖍 ”𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙” 𝕭𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖕[/color][/h1][/sub][/center]
[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=722F37]Locker room ⟼ Hastings Library [/color]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [color=722F37] an elite? biiiitch.[/color]
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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Tyrant [@smarty0114][/sub][/right][hr]


[b]“Alright boys, great job out there this morning, keep up the good work and you’ll be champions. Now, get the hell outta here!”[/b] The bellow easily stretched past the large huddle of sweaty young men standing in the middle of the football field. Zacharias Bishop was one the last of the players to rise at their head coach’s dismissal, and like usual was the last to enter the locker room. 

When he did, eyes from around the pristine room snapped to him and snickers could be heard as he passed by a few guys staring at their phones.

Zach was no stranger to the odd side-eye and suspicious murmurings of people around him, but usually, they were middle-aged women who spent their time trying to seduce his married god-fearing father. Receiving the treatment from his teammates put him on high alert and had him fishing out his phone instead of heading in for a quick shower.

[b][color=722F37]“The Saint”[/color][/b]Zach murmured and felt the tension in his shoulders ease as he skimmed over the morning’s drama, [b][color=722F37] “an Elite, huh? At least she has taste.”[/color][/b] Zach’s worries melted away and a smile slipped onto his face at the next post that came upon his feed.

[b]“Who’s got you smiling like that Bishop?”[/b] A voice sounded over his shoulder and Zach double tapped on the picture before smoothly locking his phone.

[b][color=722F37]” I don’t know what you’re talking about, I think you got hit too hard on the field, maybe check in with the trainer, oh- while you do that tell the boys I’ll be late to our booth today, I have a trip to make beforehand.”[/color][/b]

[b]“I didn’t get hit [i]that[/i] hard today, and sure, I’ll let them know you’re still hard at work trying to tame the Tyrant.”[/b] The other football player dodged the helmet that came soaring towards him with a laugh and disappeared behind a wall of lockers before anything else was thrown at him. 

With the disturber gone, Zach showered and changed in record time, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he made his quick exit ignoring the voices that called out to him. Whatever they wanted could wait until practice later that evening, he had more important matters to attend.

Those matters were in plain sight once he pushed past the heavy wooden doors of the library. Sitting by herself in front of an open laptop, the screen illuminated her face and drew his attention to the slight furrow of her brow, [b][color=722F37] “Not losing sleep over Political Ideology, are we Ms. Callaghan?”[/color][/b] Zach kept his voice low as he passed behind her to pull the chair out to her right, [b][color=722F37] “You know there are much more exciting things to trade for your beauty sleep.”[/color][/b]