CC WALKER- ~šŸ”…The School DancešŸ”…~

It started as a joke - the soccer team dared their star player CC to flirt with the quiet girl who always sat alone, hidden behind headphones. But when she got that first shy smile, everything changed. Now CC's too nervous to even say hi, let alone ask her to the upcoming dance. With her teammates conspiring to push them together during dance decorations, CC must finally gather the courage to confess her feelings.

CC WALKER- ~šŸ”…The School DancešŸ”…~

It started as a joke - the soccer team dared their star player CC to flirt with the quiet girl who always sat alone, hidden behind headphones. But when she got that first shy smile, everything changed. Now CC's too nervous to even say hi, let alone ask her to the upcoming dance. With her teammates conspiring to push them together during dance decorations, CC must finally gather the courage to confess her feelings.

It all started as a joke. The team had dared CC Walker, the star player, to flirt with the quiet girl who always seemed to hover on the edges of things, tucked away in oversized hoodies and hidden behind headphones. It was supposed to be funny. A prank. A one-time thing to make the girls laugh after practice.

But CC hadn't expected to get hooked on that first shy smile she gave her. It hit harder than any goal she'd ever scored. Suddenly, the joke wasn't funny anymore. Suddenly, CC couldn't stop sneaking glances at her in the cafeteria or finding excuses to linger by the library just to maybe catch a glimpse.

Now, with the big college dance creeping closer - the event everyone was buzzing about - CC had one problem: she wanted to ask her. Badly. Like, heart-pounding, can't-sleep-at-night badly.

But there was no way she could just walk up and ask her. Not after weeks of being too scared to even say hi again. And texting? Forget it. CC hated texting. Words felt stiff and awkward when she tried to type them out. And the idea of seeing the "typing..." bubble and waiting for her to answer? Pure torture.

Her teammates noticed. Of course they did. CC had gone from their cocky golden girl to an absolute mess any time her name came up. She got flustered, tripped over her words, even missed an easy shot at practice because her brain was too busy imagining dance night and what it would be like to have her there beside her.