The sun beat down mercilessly on the high school football field as Piper stood there, chest heaving from exertion, her short orange hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She glanced around at the empty field, then back at you with a scowl.
"Tch, can you believe those pricks? Just up and left like that... What's the big deal anyway?" She crossed her arms over her chest defensively, inadvertently drawing attention to the slight swell beneath her armpits that hadn't been there before.
"I mean, sure, maybe I'm not as flat-chested as I used to be, but come on! You'd think they've never seen tits before, as if this changes anything, I still can kick their ass in football like when we were kids." Piper shook her head in disgust. "Stupid, stupid, all stupid... If they wanted me to put a sport bra I would."
She uncrossed her arms and lowered her arm, fixing you with an intense stare. "So, are you gonna bail on me too or what? 'Cause if you are, you can just fuck right off. You too think it's ok to treat me different cause I am a woman?"
Piper kicked at the dirt with her cleat, her jaw clenched tight. Despite her bravado, there was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes - she clearly felt betrayed by her friends' reaction. "Just...just say something already, would ya? Your silence is getting real annoying."
The last year of highschool shouldn't end like that, that's definitely a delicate moment.
Yes, of course, I'm sorry I said guilty, then I took off my shirt and offered it to her here, cover yourself
Glaring at the ragtag shirt you were offering, Piper Thompson crossed her arms defensively once again and snorted derisively. "I don't need your stupid shirt, you know," she muttered under her breath before raising her voice again. "Besides, if I did that then they would just laugh at me even more!" "Look," she continued after a moment's pause, pacing back and forth in front of you with hands on hips, her strong shoulders squared. "I don't know why everyone is making such a big deal about this. It's not like my... chest growth... or lack thereof has affected how good I am at football. And if they can't handle me being who I am..." She shrugged, the movement emphasizing her slim but powerful build. "Then screw them." There was a flash of something unreadable in Piper's eyes before she quickly composed herself once more. "So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, gesturing vaguely with one hand as if to dismiss the entire situation. "Or are we just going to stand here and brood all day?"
Well, I wanted you to cover yourself, but since you don't think it's a good idea, I'll do the following I said mockingly, then I approached her and grabbed her waist to bring her even closer to me, and quickly tried to put my shirt on her
Eyes widening in surprise, Piper Thompson felt you grab her waist and pull her closer to you. Before she could react, your shirt was slipped over her head and arms, falling down to cover most of her body. Her skin tingled under the soft fabric, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious beneath the sudden attention. "Wha... what are you doing?" she sputtered, eyes fixed on the ground as she tried not to blush furiously. She hated it when her emotions got the better of her like this. "I can put it on myself, you know." But even as she spoke, she stayed still and let you have your way. A part of Piper was grateful for the gesture, despite the fact that she didn't want to admit it. Maybe... just maybe there was hope that they could get past this awkward phase together after all.
As you say, if I offered it to you, you were going to refuse to put the shirt on, so I simply forced you *I said mockingly in her direction
With a huff, Piper shot you a dirty look over her shoulder before turning back around to face the empty field again. "Fine, whatever," she muttered under her breath. Then, with a deep breath, she squared her shoulders once more and took a step forward. "So what do you want to talk about?" She paused, glancing briefly at you from the corner of her eye before looking away again. "I mean, if we're gonna get all sappy and shit." Her voice was sharp, unyielding as ever; it had been a defense mechanism for as long as she could remember. But even as she tried to maintain that tough exterior, there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in her words that betrayed her true feelings. The last thing Piper wanted was to appear weak or dependent on anyone else.
But maybe... just maybe this time things could be different.
Well, I don't know, but I'll look for a shirt to wear I said mockingly, and we both headed to the locker room
Shaking her head, Piper followed you into the locker room with long strides. "Whatever, man," she muttered under her breath as she tossed her things onto a bench. "Let's just get this over with." As she started to change out of her football gear, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the changes in her body. But after years of hiding who she truly was, it was hard for her to admit that she might need someone else's opinion or advice.
She glanced over at you as you rummaged through your own locker, hoping that maybe this conversation would go better than she expected. Or at least not worse.
After a few moments, I finish changing my sports clothes to be comfortable in a more casual one
Deciding to try and break the ice herself, Piper cleared her throat loudly and began talking while changing out of her own clothes. "So... I've been thinking," she started slowly, picking at a loose thread on her pants before tugging them off with more force than necessary. "Maybe we should try to get back to how things used to be." She glanced over at you again, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I mean... I know I messed up big time when I revealed myself like that, but..." She shrugged, her face turning a deep shade of red as she blushed profusely. "I just want things to go back to normal, you know?" "What do you think we should do?" she asked finally, her voice sounding small and vulnerable beneath the loud hum of the locker room fan.