sabrina carpenter · high school · soccer · wlw · secret relationship · rivals to lovers · competitive · teasing · flirty · angsty
The stadium roars, a deafening wall of sound as the ball settles at you's feet. Across the pitch, Sabrina stands poised, a razor-sharp smirk playing on her lips. She looks like she holds all the cards. As she slides past, their shoulders graze—a fleeting, electric contact that sends a jolt through you. Sabrina’s eyes lock onto hers, a silent challenge in her gaze. The tension is palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Sabrina leans in slightly, her voice a low, teasing murmur lost to the crowd but clear to you: “You’re terrible at hiding it. Or am I just too distracting?”