College RP (CLOSED)

"Rest. That's what you're gonna do." Without warning, she picked up Reese, lifting her easily. "We could always pull a Princess and the Pauper."

"I don't know if that would work," Reese pointed out.

"What, me taking an amazing field hockey player's place in a game that's less than a day away?" She grinned down at Kelly, ignoring the mildly confused looks from other students. "I don' see the problem."

(Reese? Lol)

Reese didn't look anyone in the eye. "Tamika could hurt you too."

((ignore my tired ass, whoops
"I'd like to see her try. Ice hockey is ten times more violent than field, especially when you play for the guys team." A laughed.

(It's fine, darlin!)

Reese smiled and reluctantly nodded. "How are you just going to take my place?"

"I-uh, hadn't got that far." She looked away in embarrassment. "I usually just make things up as I go."

"We should probably come up with a game plan before we do anything," she suggested. "Also, where are we going?"

"I was waiting for you t' tell me where your dorm is."

"Oh," she said. "It's over there." She pointed.

A nodded, turning towards the dorm building that had been pointed out. "We live in the same hall, nice. What floor?"

"Third," she replied.

"I'm the second." She stopped in front of the stairwell, the elevator right next to it. "Ten bucks says I could make it all the way up the stairs."

"Don't," Reese whispered.

She sighed, heading into the elevator as someone stepped out. "Fine. Only 'cause I don' wanna drop ya. Press the button for me?"

Reese reached out and pressed the button.

A hummed along with the elevator music.

Reese shifted a little.

"You alright? This isn't to uncomfortable for you, is it?" She asked, a worried frown worming onto her face.

"Why did I accept her challenge?" Reese blurted sadly.

"I-because I talked you into it." A looked away. "If you're blaming yourself, don't."

"I should've known that she would do something like this," Reese said quietly.

"She's a bully, it's what they do. You can't beat yourself up over someone else's actions. That's on them." She shrugged.

"I shouldn't have been so careless," she murmured.

"With all due respect-" She said, stepping out of the elevator. "-shut the hell up. I just said not to blame yourself. It's her fault, not yours."

Reese sighed quietly. "Fine. What am I supposed to tell my coach?"

"First order of business, what's your room number. Second, who says we're tellin' coach anythin'?"

"314. And she'll notice that it's not me!" Reese insisted. "I'm blonde, you're brunette. I have blue eyes, you have brown eyes. There's no way that this is going to work."

"Ah yes, the number of pi. Anyway, I can fix that. Contacts and a properly applied wig, no biggie." She stopped in front of Reese's door for her to reach out and open it. "I've done it before."

Reese opened the door. "A wig? During a field hockey game? Seriously?"