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    Adele couldn't help but to break into happy giggles, her face one of pure joy that was usually just a blank expression. "I'm minoring in Psychology too, so that'd be my second choice." She shrugged her shoulders as another answer, giving away that she wasn't completely decided in what she wanted to do. "What's your major?" She asked after a few moments of silence, hearing the crowds roaring outside, though she couldn't tell who scored.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Jack's cheeks suddenly turn red once again. "Music," he mumbles, somewhat embarrassed. He loved music, always had, but not many people knew that he was majoring in it. Next to none knew he sang, and he wanted to keep it that way. Sure, many people thought of him as the shy football player, and it was mostly true, but Jack imagined that the rumors would be much worse if they knew he was a singer as well. It was kind of funny to him when he found out he was pretty good at football. He'd never been much good at anything else, except singing, and that was why he enjoyed it so much. Jack's gaze fell to his ankle, wrapped up. It seemed as though his career was going to have to hold off, and at least he could become a singer. That was truthfully what he wanted more, but his parents had been so ecstatic about his somewhat full ride to the university that he kept playing.

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    "That's awesome." Adele said reassuringly, not wanting him to feel embarrassed over his major. "I love music, except I'm horrible at singing and have no hand-eye coordination so I'm kinda screwed there." She continued to watch him, almost feeling a little bad that she asked. "I tried to be in choir when I was in fifth grade, then in sixth grade I tried to play the saxophone, but clearly neither of those worked since I sound like a walrus when I attempt to sing. That's actually probably insulting walruses, I sound worse than that."


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Jack laughed at this, feeling somewhat better. "Thanks," Jack says, and smiles widely. He's not in the choir because prefers to sing by himself, but he can play some guitar. "What are you good at?" He asks, curious about Adele. Jack thinks she seems nice, and she's quite pretty as well. His heart pangs as he remembers his previous girlfriend. She was beautiful and kind, that is, until Jack caught her cheating on him.

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    Adele thought over what she was good at, then laughed a little at herself when she couldn't even think of anything. "I'm pretty much an expert at falling on my face and making a fool of myself. And you can probably consider me an expert of dating jocks who end up ruining the relationship." She shrugged, looking unhurt on the surface but it was clear she wasn't joking around with what she said.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Jack frowned, and cast his gaze downwards. He wasn't one to date a girl and blow it. All his relationships had lasted a while, but had ultimately ended up with them breaking up with him. Jack was too nice to do it himself, his stomach knotting nervously when he attempted to. "I'm sorry." Jack mumbles, blue green eyes closed. "I kinda get it too. My last girlfriend cheated on me. We'd been together for two years." Jack says, heart aching. It still hurt to think about.

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    Adele nodded silently, brushing her hair out of her face while looking down at the locker room floor. "Yeah... I definitely had that happen before. You know Brumfield out there? Playing right now? He dated me for a year then I brutally ended it when I caught him in my bed with my sister, on our year anniversary when he blew me off, none the less. The only excuse he could give me was that he didn't realize it was my sister. She has long blonde hair." She sighed then shook her head, looking back at Jack. "Well that got depressing real quick, what's something happy we can talk about?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Jack winced at the story, and then asked, "How about your friends? I know it seems like I'm best friends forever with all the guys on the team, but I don't really talk to them much." Jack thought they were all good guys, but they liked to date lots of girls in an incredibly short amount of time. One of them had been one of his old bullies, and was convinced he was gay. It hurt that some people still bothered him, but he tried not to let it get to him.

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    Adele thought over all the football guys, then huffed quietly before she then thought over his question. "I have a few friends, yeah." She nodded, trying to cheer herself up before she got too sad. Now wasn't the time in front of some player she didn't even know, and was supposed to be making sure he was okay. "Any best friends?" She asked to Jack, her hazel eyes a little darker now.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Jack shrugs. He's not really best friends with anyone. Well except a guy named Gabe. Jack can say he's the closest thing to a friend. "You know Gabe Winton? Tall, like, really tall, tan, Puerto Rican?" It's a clear description that describes him perfectly. He doesn't include that Gabe acts like a stoner and is the most chill person Jack's ever met. He blinks blue green optics as he hears a thud, and a sudden and muffled, "Damn!" He internally groans. Jack thinks the team has found him, and he's right. In come three guys, Robert, Andrew, and Joe. They're his closest friends on the team, and Joe grins a stupid grin while Robert and Andrew try to keep their face straight.

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    Adele looked shocked as the three guys entered, though she masked her surprise quickly and replaced it with a warm smile. "Perfect timing." She said while standing up, looking at Jack's leg one last time for the time being. "I was about to go get food anyway. Do you want anything?" She asked while grabbing her coat from the bench, putting it on quickly as she kept her gaze on Jack, a little embarrassed the guys had walked in on them like that.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]"No, I'm okay. Thanks anyways." Jack tells her, and shifts his gaze away. Was she like, embarrassed to be with him? It seemed like that to him, and it kind of bothered him. Andrew slapped him on the back, and Jack rolled his eyes. Joe fixed him with a knowing grin, and he shook his head. "We'll take care of him." Andrew beams, hooking an arm around his neck. "Don't you worry!" Jack had a reason to worry, he thought, Adele wasn't the one that was about to be stuck in a room with three lunatics.

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    "Just don't take him anywhere?" Adele finally addressed the guys, looking at each of them separately. "I need him alive and unhurt when I come back." She flashed a small smile before heading out of the locker room quickly, her gaze on the scuffed up floor before she reached outside and was faced with concrete. She walked quickly, though she still caught the attention of some very drunk guys, who made a move towards her though they soon lost her in the crowd, with her being so short.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 455px; text-align: justify;][sub]Andrew waggles his eyebrow at Jack, and he can't help but laugh. Robert explains that they lost tonight, and Jack feels worse about the whole situation. The three sit with him and try to cheer him up, but Jack isn't really paying attention. Instead, he's kind of wondering where Adele went. He's also wondering where the hell Gabe is. Gabe's not a football player, but he usually heads to the games and hangs with him after. Jack knows Gabe is kinda of an asshole on the outside, but on the inside he's the friendliest guy he knows. Jack's kind of worried, usually when Jack gets hurt Gabe tries his hardest to patch him up. It's funny, but also shows he's caring, and Jack appreciates that.

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    Adele appeared a few minutes later with only a Dr. Pepper in her hands, because she had already eaten her pretzel. When she walked in she looked over the whole locker room, her eyes narrowed slightly before she caught sight of Jack and relaxed, glad he still looked the same he did as she left. She rested it on an empty bench before she moved towards the group of guys, picking up the bag of ice and tossing it to him. "Put that on your ankle." She said seriously.