Thread: The Dove and the Quail [lemon]

So...how long have you and Flynn been together? The voice that reached out to her was an unexpected one. A bit gruff, but heavily coated with kindness. Caroline turned her head, having been too busy watching as Elizabeth barked at the girls behind her. Maryanne didn't fit into any clique, and more than not migrated between each on her own free will. She had never shown any hostility towards Caroline, and seemed rather infatuated by the quiet girl with strawberry blonde locks. Uh...I think a little over a month, she answered, pressing her legs tightly against each other, as she tried to grow used to the idea of people knowing they were together. Often than not, she felt as if Flynn was trying to hide what they had from leering eyes. Only until today, had she ever been given actual proof that he had an older sister. She couldn't help but be a bit bothered by it, but really...who in their right mind would actually be proud to have her as a girlfriend? She was awkward, didn't know how to have sex, and would prefer the company of her many books, over spending time with those her age. Caroline wasn't like everyone else, and as the day wore on, she really didn't know what Flynn saw in her. Maybe he was confused on what he wanted, she couldn't be certain. All it felt like, was her managing to rouse out even more trouble for him. You two make a cute couple, Maryanne said, smiling towards the girl. It's funny...he's the complete opposite of you, but you two were practically made for each other. Are your parents happy with you dating? Caroline gave a shrug, reaching up to nervously tug her ponytail tighter, as she caught the fiery glares of Elizabeth, and the other girls. I'm not sure...they're meeting him for the first time today, actually. My dad's a bit suspicious, she answered, perking up as the coach called in someone. A pat to her knee, and the middle-aged woman gave Caroline the go. She quickly turned to Maryanne, giving the other a bright smile, You look pretty with your hair back, Mary. You should wear it more often like that. The compliment had caught the other off-guard, but she was thankful nonetheless. Not many dared to look at Maryanne in such a gentle light. It only took about three minutes before Caroline's shirt was completely soaked through, clinging to her lithe frame shamelessly. Her flesh was brightly flushed, and her hair was no longer pristine in a perfect up-do. Stubborn locks fell about her face, curls staying tightly pressed to the smooth curvature of her neck, as she watched the other team serve with just as much vigor as they could muster up. It was exhausting, especially when she had Elizabeth cat calling from her right. Really, did she ever shut her trap? Hesitating as they continued to switch over a spot each turn, she pinched the fabric of her jersey and worked a rush of air inside of it, her gaze turning over towards her parents and Flynn whenever she could afford it. He looked horribly uncomfortable, and knowing her father was probably giving him one of those mind-numbing speeches like he always did, she felt horrible. If this didn't break Flynn and have him running away from her with his tail between his legs, she didn't know what would. Maybe he really did enjoy her company, despite popular belief among everyone. Caroline! Watch out! It came all too soon. She turned her head, oblivious, and soon enough her vision was filled with something white, coming straight towards her face, at high speeds. Everything went black instantaneously, and she could feel the hard wooden floor meet her ass sharply. What in the world had happened? She laid there, feeling numbed to the sudden blow out before pain surged through her like a monsoon. It immediately pinpointed her nose, the tender asset having been thoroughly beaten by a spiked ball. She could hear a murmured brigade of words, screeching sneakers, and soon enough people were bent over her, trying to get her attention. Wh-what, she asked, shakily pushing herself up to sit. Her left hand rose, and with quivering digits, she brushed at her nose, hissing sharply when the pain reverberating through her features, heightened tenfold. Not only that, but Caroline took notice of a bright, thick red liquid now drooling down the front of her face, and onto her jersey. Blood stained her palm, and she quickly grew light headed, finding herself wanting to merely lay back down, and go to sleep. Everything hurt, and she could swear that Elizabeth was laughing at her, somewhere off in the distance. Fuck, she muttered painfully, attempting to get to her feet.