Ridgeport Preparatory Academy discussion

Nala stood facing the white bricked wall, her feet shoulder width apart, her right foot set about two inches behind the other one. She probably looked kind of awkward, but she was a little too focused to care at the moment. This was her independent study period, and what better way to spend it than target practice? They didn't really care what you did around Ridgeport as long as you did it in their school uniform -- so here she stood, blonde hair up in a choppy ponytail, wearing the cotton t-shirt and mesh shorts adorned with Ridgeport's crest. Yay.

There were a few other people walking around the gym doing their own thing, a few of the guys even had a half-court game of basketball going. It was pretty easy for Nala to block them out and get lost in her own little world... all that existed to her right now was the soccer ball poised about half a foot in front of her. To an outsider, she would look really tense, staring at this wall like her life depended on it. Then after another five seconds, she barely glanced down at the ball before knocking it into the wall (it landed about two feet away from her decided target brick).

"Mother fucker." she muttered, turning around to look where her rebounding ball had been sent.

Despite the fact that he actually wasn't on the team, Jacob had actually come to the gym to practice shooting some hoops. Basketball was one of those sports that he'd always kind of liked, but had never been particularly amazing at. Not to mention he already had his hands full with soccer, baseball, wrestling, and the whole good grades thing. So, yeah, basketball was kind of off the menu for now, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least have fun with it.

Approaching the doors, he entered the gym and took in the sights. The first thing he noticed? There was already a pack of guys (most of them he knew pretty well from) occupying half the court, which was actually more incentive to get better at playing. The second thing he noticed? A soccer ball flying his way. Lazily jogging up to where it was coming to a slow roll, he stopped it with the inside of his foot and looked up for who might have been practicing with it.

A second later and he kind of wished he'd cherrybombed it above the bleachers. Nala seemed to just show up everywhere he went, didn't she?

Obnoxiously lifting his brow, as if to comment on the fact that she'd obviously messed up on her kicking practice somehow, Jacob made it a point not to kick the ball back to her and instead let it sit right there next to his foot. Yeah, keeping it there would mean she'd have to come and get it, obviously initiating some kind of banter, but Jacob wasn't about to do her a favor. That's kind of how they worked.

Maybe she was every place he went because this was a school, and they both fucking went to it. He didn't mind how much they saw each other when they were dating -- aka the biggest mistake of her life, evidently. As Nala walked towards him, she wondered what she had ever seen in him to begin with. Like he wasn't even attractive to her anymore, any chance he had was completely ruined by that stupid smirk always placed securely on his smug little face. She wasn't sure what she saw before, but now all Jacob was to her was an enormous pain in the ass. She was 199% sure she could hit her target every time if it was his arrogant ass head.

Nala pulled up her shirt as she walked, using the collar to wipe sweat off of her forehead. This wasn't a perfectly world, and unfortunately in this reality, you couldn't look super hot every time you ran into your ex. In Nala's case, she usually looked like some kind of trashcan and he was probably happy to be rid of her. This was one of those times. She was a sweaty mess, obviously stressed from sucking it up with the soccer ball, and now he was hell bent on being an ass. He could have just kicked it back to her, probably with better aim than she could dream of having in her off season.

"What, no lapdog?" she asked, pretending to look over his shoulder as she walked up to him. No Kennedy? No other guy friends to help him in his efforts to make fun of her? What a damn shame.

See? This was why Jacob was one hundred percent sure that they would probably never get along again. Not that he even wanted to, though. She was right about the whole trash can thing. He would have been perfectly content with never seeing her face ever again. It was fun and all to annoy her and everything, and he definitely enjoyed it when he got a nice comeback in, but, yeah, if he had to chose between that and never hearing her annoying voice again, he'd definitely go with the latter. Especially when she made that last comment.

At first, he could tell that his smirk had faltered for a moment, switching into a slight frown, but he picked it right back up where it fell. Letting out an amused huff, he crossed his arms over his chest and rose his shoulders in a small shrug. "Well, you're here, aren't you? You've pretty much got the whole dog thing down." Was he calling her a bitch? Yeah. Yeah, definitely calling her a bitch. It wasn't like she'd heard worse from him before, though, and he bet it didn't even cut that deep.

After all, the whole deep thing didn't really work for her, anyways.

Nala narrowed her gaze. Yes, she understood he was calling her a bitch. She wasn't that stupid, but he at least could have been a little more creative with his comeback. She had practically set it up for him -- not that she'd noticed, but still. Easy shot. She knew he had much better, why let up? they hated each other after all, right? Shouldn't they be at a ten all of the time? That was like a four and a half.

"Yeah, can I have my ball back?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She automatically took up the defensive stance, knowing there was a good chance he was going to say no. She dropped her eyes to the ball, then met his eyes again, adopting an expectant expression. "Yes? No? I could just take it from you." she continued, taking a small step towards him with a slight smirk. Calling his bluff? Maybe. Or she was confident she could get the ball.