sports || a tpn fanfiction

002 || operation get Norman bitches ft. Ray

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥?
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥"

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"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?," Emma asked inquisitively, tilting her head. She couldn't think of a reason why the student council would be looking for her.

"What? No," Gilda denied. "We just were wondering if you'd be willing to help us out with planning the sports festival–"

"I don't know," Emma hesitated. "I'm pretty busy."

She wasn't lying. She was busy. Especially since she worked a few part-time jobs to provide for herself and her brother, Phil.

"Your services won't go unpaid," Norman mustered enough courage to talk. "We will compensate you handsomely, of course." Despite how calm and collected he seemed to look on the outside, Norman's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, he couldn't even look directly at Emma.

"Compensation?" Emma's ears perked as she heard this. The money the student council had was no joke, especially considering this school was for the rich and the elite. If they really would put her on the payroll, she would be able to quit a couple of her part-time jobs!

"I'll think about it some more."

"Alright," Gilda said. "We really hope you consider that."

Emma then realized she would have no way of contacting them regarding her answer. So, taking a washable marker out of her pockets, she looks at Norman. "Can you please hold your palms out?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, sure," Norman stammered, his calm facade slipping for a moment.

He stretched his hand out, wondering what Emma wanted to do with it. She grabbed his hand – which almost made him pass out – and wrote some numbers on them. "I know this is pretty unprofessional all things considered, but I don't have paper with me right now."

She gave him an apologetic smile. "N-no problem."

"Okay," she picked up her bags from under the tree. "I'll get going now. Nice talking to you!"

As she waved goodbye, Norman couldn't help but stare at his hand. He couldn't believe what just happened. He talked to Emma. And more importantly..

He had her number written on his hand with washable marker.

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"Looks like the princess of Grace Field high school is a stalker," Ray taunted as he appeared behind an Anna who was spying on her brother and Emma with a pair of binoculars.

"Shh!" she immediately jumped up in surprise, covering his mouth with both her hands. "You'll get me discovered."

Ray furrowed his eyebrows, peeling her hands off his mouth. "In my defense, you weren't being very sneaky."

Anna and Ray knew of each other, but never really interacted until now. They were both popular in their own means, but had starkly different images and reputations; it just seemed like they wouldn't mix well together.

"What were you doing spying on my frie- Emma- anyway?," he asked her.

"I wasn't spying," she lied. "I was uh...birdwatching?"

"You're gonna have to come up with a better excuse than that."

Anna sighed, giving up. Ray was sharp. Very sharp. He could see right through her in a matter of seconds. "I was, uh," she wasn't sure how to word it properly. "I was trying to maybe...get your friend and my brother together.."

Ray's lips twisted into a grin. That was certainly surprising, but it was amusing. Why was she trying to get them together? Does the president know? Why Emma? He had a lot of questions he couldn't help but feel interested. Finally, in a long time, there may be something - or someone - that would grab his interest.

"Please don't tell anyone," she begged.

"Oh, I won't."

"Really?!"

"On one condition," he held up a finger. "I get to join you."

And so, a strange alliance was made between Ray and Anna. two opposite forces, working towards a shared goal: getting Norman and Emma together. 

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