“Hey, Spitfire!” Rainbow specifically showed up to soccer practice an hour early, because the track team would still be working out this afternoon. She usually didn’t socialize in the same circle as the junior and with the vastly different schedule the two girls kept, this would be one of the only chances she’d have to put a stop to it.
“Heya, cuz!” Spitfire shouted as she walked towards her cousin, wiping the sweat off her brow with a towel before hanging it around her neck. Spitfire was the captain for the girls’ varsity track team and the honor was well earned; the junior held the current state record for the 200-meter dash and had almost broken the 400-meter dash. Track scouts for the US Olympic Team were already watching her and Rainbow couldn’t help but feel pride in her cousin’s accomplishments; she was, all in all, almost as awesome as Rainbow herself. “What brings you down here?”
“Looking for your favorite pain in the ass,” Rainbow growled. “Found out that she’s likely the ones behind the rumors about my old schoolfriends.”
“Yeah, heard about that,” Spitfire said, running a hand through her shaggy yellow-and-orange hair. “Those girls are good folks, and hate to see that shit. Anyway, the bitch is in the locker room; she blew a fuse because the rest of the relay team isn’t as fast as she is, even though she’s a fucking slowpoke herself.”
“Thanks.” Rainbow turned in the direction of the girls’ locker room before she felt Spitfire’s hand on her shoulder.
“Just…be careful,” the older girl advised. “She’s faster than you and I suspect she knows how to fight, and…call me crazy, Rainbow, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“That’s sweet, Spits. You almost managed to sound like Fluttershy there for a moment – almost, but not quite,” she teased.
“Rainbow, if I have to explain to Scoots why you’ve got a black eye….”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll be careful – bob and weave and all that shit,” she said as she walked off towards the locker room.