Grudby Training feat. Boscha
RRRIIIINNNNGGGG
The loud noise echoed through the school, signaling the end of the days classes.
Amity stood up out of her chair, slung her bag over her shoulder, tied her jumper around her waist, rolled up her t shirt sleeves, tied her hair into her trademark ponytail and made her way out the door.
“Aw yes! It’s finally time for Grudby!” Amity thought to herself as she walked through the crowded hallways, a small smile forming on the tip of her lips.
She traversed the packed hallways, carving a path in the sea of students by rudely pushing through, grunts and curses were heard behind her from the students she pushed aside, Amity smirked,
“Nerds, they get what they deserve”
She continued through the halls, hands in pocket.
“Grudby Grudby Grudby!” Amity repeated to herself herself over and over again, getting more excited with each time she repeated it.
“God grudby is gonna be so much-“
CRASH
“Agh watch where youre going idiot!” Amity snapped at the boy, most likely a freshman.
“s-sorry, i didn’t mean to bump into you” he stuttered, grabbing the books he dropped when bumping into Amity.
“Well you did dumbass!” Amity barked back,
“ugh i’m not gonna bum myself down over a freshman” she thought.
She rolled her eyes and scoffed
“whatever” she said, before walking off.
Amity opened the dressing room door, hearing it’s loud squeaking. She placed her gym bag down before she started undressing, reveling in the sweet silence. she always came early, she didn’t have a reason as to why, she just did, and she always enjoyed the quiet before the cacophony that would arrive a few minutes later. She unzipped her bag, opening it and taking out her shorts and jersey, when a small note fell out.
“Enjoy Practice Mittens!
from your dearest brother and sister, Ed and Em”
was written on it, a small heart was drawn beneath their names, crudely colored it with the pen they used to write.
Amity rolled her eyes, before smiling gently at the paper, “of course they’d put a note in my gym bag, classic Ed and Em”
she placed the paper back inside her bag and went back to changing.
A minute later, she heard the door open, and in walked Boscha.
“heyyy Ams!! how was class? mine was great! the teacher moved us around and he put me behind Willow, I got to stare at her ass all lesson! oh god i love Science.” Boscha said with a dopey smile as she started changing.
Amity looked Boscha up and down, she had changed her hair and opted for double buns rather than her usual singular bun. She had put on some crimson eyeshadow and Amity has to admit....... she was rocking it.
“I like the makeup and hair Bosh” Amity commented
“.........”
“hey! snap out of your Willow daydreams! i know she’s your girlfriend and all but that doesn’t mean you get to ignore me” Amity said, pouting slightly
“Awwww is someone jealous” Boscha asked, poking Amity’s cheek,
“I am not! i just don’t want you giving your girl all the attention!” Amity said as she slapped away Boschas finger
“Ams don’t worry Willow may be my girlfriend but you’ll always be my bestie!”
“my ride or die”
“the peanut butter to my jelly”
“The hammer time my nail”
“oh that sounds really inappropriate doesn’t it forget i said that”
“The salt to my pepper”
“the cheese to my maccoroni”
“The sock to my other sock”
“The-“
“Alright thats enough! i get it, ok!” Amity said, stopping Boscha before she could keep on listing pairs of things
“Ok but you get what i mean right? Willows my girlfriend but your still my second in command!”
“Second in command?” Amity scoffed, “Please we ALL know i’m the better grudby player”
“Oooooo is that a challenge?” Boscha said playfully
“you bet” Amity shot back
“Hmph, alright Amity Blight I, Boscha, challenge you to a Grudby duel, whoever wins is the better grudby player”
“I accept Boscha, let’s see who really is the best” Amity said, putting emphasis on the ‘best’ while still smiling
.....
.....
“by the way you do realize i’m not serious right?” Boscha said after a few moments of silence
Amity face palmed,
“Of course i know!”
“Let the better player win!” Boscha announced, playfully hitting Amity on the shoulder.
Amity hit her back just a *little* bit harder.
“Alright Girls! those are the teams! the game will begin shortly, so decide on a strategy quick!” The coach announced, stepping out of the way, they knew the girls could get quite fired up when they had a reason to play so they decided it would be best to let the girls do as they wished for this training, and it’s just a bit of fun, so why not.
After a few minutes the coach called them into position.
On one side was Amity’s team, each member stood tall with Amity at the front, ready to tackle any of Boschas teammates who got to close.
On the other stood Boschas team, every player fired up after a few words of encouragement from Boscha. Boscha herself stood at the back, ready to catch any players who made their way past their initial defense.
Two teams, two completely different strategies and two cocky leaders.
“3”
“2”
“1”
“GO!”
The coach blew their whistle and with that, the game started.
Amitys team ran straight for Boscha’s with ball in hand, Boschas team stayed in defensive positions and didn’t budge an inch.
Amity, the leader of the pack, charged forward, dodging Boschas first line of defense. seeing she had penetrated the other teams wall of defense, Amity’s players ran with more courage.
Boscha gritted her teeth
“Darn Amity and her skills” Boscha cursed under her breath.
“Everyone fall back! we’ll be taking a more defensive core strategy, we can do this!”
With that, Boschas players retreated, falling closer to Boscha and the line.
Amity kept moving forward, outpassing her teammates, She ran and ran, but none of Boschas players would run after her.
“Ooooo a defense core strategy eh Bosh? you’ll need to try harder than that to keep me from winning though!” Amity shouted over to Boscha
“oh don’t worry! you won’t be winning any time soon!” Boscha retaliated
Amity grinned,
“Let’s hope you’re not just talking out of your ass Bosh!”
She kept running, approaching the line, when suddenly 1 of Boschas player ran out of the line straight at her, Amity jumped back in surprise, and looked across Boschas line,
“huh, good tactic, ‘since i won’t be able to tell who’ll jump i’ll just be stuck here’ right?“
“Yup! enjoy!” Boscha said, grinning.
Amity stood back for a minute, contemplating what to do.
“Obviously i can’t just charge in, i’ll get tagged, so what should i do....?” she thought to herself, making sure she kept a distance from any of Boschas players.
“........”
“.......”
“there has to be some sort of pattern to who’s gonna jump right? if any random person was to jump it would be chaos, plus it would be really easy to tell who’s gonna jump, so yes there is a pattern, but just what is it?”
“.......”
“ugh, i guess i’ll have to figure this out the hard way”
Amity ran forward, keeping an eye on each member of the team so there would be no surprises, and boom, one of them jumped, Amity jumped back, missing the attack,
“this is risky...” Amity said quietly under her breath.
She jumped again, this time just barely managing to miss the attack.
“too close for my liking, but i’d still need at least one more jump to be able to figure this pattern out, so i guess i’ll have to just go for it”
She jumped again, but this time she noticed something,
each time, of all the girls in the line, one would keep slightly behind the others, just a bit, but concealing herself in the crowd.
“aha! eureka!”
Amity jumped back as the girl reached for her, and smirked,
“Oh Bosh dearest i’m afraid i’ll be taking this win” Amity said confidently as she scanned the line and picked out the girl hiding slightly. this time the girl was more to the left so Amity slowly made her way to the right, and then sprinted.
“Quick! catch her! we can’t let her win!” Boscha screamed
Her teammates mustn't have been expecting their strategy to be found out so quickly because it took them a second to realize “oh wait she’s actually gonna win if we don’t do something NOW”
Amity kept running, dodging tackles and grabs and slides and whatnot as she ran, the line getting closer and closer until.....
“RRRRIIIINNNNGGGGGG”
The coach’s whistle had blown, signaling the end of the match.
“Yes!” Amity said, fist bumping the air and giddily laughing
“Bosh i think this means that i’m the better player does it not?” Amity said smugly
“yeah yeah yeah whatever” Boscha grunted
“Amity is the better player and i’m her second in command” Boscha said in a high pitched voice while pretending her hand was talking.
Amity let out a laugh,
“Good game, that was a killer strategy you implemented, too bad i found out how it works”
Boscha just stuck her tongue out at that.
“Bosh I was watching your game from the bleachers and your strategy was sooo cool! the way you thought that up so quickly was amazing i’m so proud of you!” Willow said, running up and hugging Boscha, Boscha went red,
“Aw shucks really Will? i’m glad you liked it” She said, scratching the back of her neck,
“It. was. amazing! i had so much fun watching you too play and oh my gosh Amity you were so skilled! the way you twisted and turned and ran past all those players got me in awe! if boscha can do that i’d get on my knees and marry her already!”
Boscha started sputtering and went even redder.
Amitys lip tugged into a smile,
“that’s awfully kind of you, thanks nerd, but i think your girlfriend is having a fit after what you just said so maybe you should help her out” she said, pointing at Boscha who’s mouth was opening and closing but with no sound coming out and whos face was red as a tomato.
“alright, bye Amity!” Willow said as she went to Boscha, who started crying while trying to touch willows butt, which Willow denied by slapping her hand away.
Amity looked at the two before going to the lockers, it was quiet and empty, not the nice kind before practice which resonated peace, this silence just felt empty and cold.
Amity felt her smile drop
She started changing into her clothes, and her mind stopped at a certain thought
“I want a girlfriend”
“I want someone who’d cheer me on at games”
“i want someone who loves me”
“i want that, i want what Boscha and Willow have”
her heart jumped a little at the thought, but she shut those thoughts out,
“No, I shouldn’t show weakness to anyone”
“Love is weakness”
“To love is to be weak”
“And to date a girl? absurd, no way”
“love is between a man and a woman”
“I need to get these thoughts out of my head right now”
“cute outfits and dates-“
“shut them out”
“love is weakness”
“but cute dates and-“
“love is weakness”
“Grudby matches and-“
“love is weakness”
“And a Blight isn’t weak.”