"With sportsmanship like that, you guys are better off playing in the mud," a Computer Science student scoffed.
The Medical program students flared up, ready to argue, but the CS students weren't pushovers. They surged forward, chests puffed out. "What? You want a piece of this?"
Outnumbered and outmatched, the med students exchanged nervous glances before slinking away in defeat.
"Hey! What about your silver medal?" the referee called out.
Nobody answered.
The referee muttered under his breath, "Sore losers."
Turning to Juniper, his tone softened. "Juniper, are you staying for the award ceremony?"
"Yep!" Juniper nodded enthusiastically. She was heading toward the podium when a girl suddenly sprinted past her, making a beeline for the nearest trash can.
Moments later, the girl fished out the empty plastic water bottle Juniper had just tossed away.
"Goddess! Can I get your autograph on this? I want to frame it."
Juniper blinked, a slow question mark forming in her mind. She looked closer and recognized the girl as an Arts major—a hardcore fan of hers.
"Sure."
"Hehe, thanks!" The girl hugged the signed bottle to her chest as if it were a priceless artifact and skipped away.
...
After the ceremony, Juniper shoved her gold medal into her bag. As she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with Yolanda Sherwin.
Juniper paused, her expression turning terrifyingly blank as she stared the other girl down.
Before a single word could be exchanged, Yolanda’s face drained of color. She spun on her heel and bolted.
*Freak,* Juniper thought, rolling her eyes as she headed for the campus gates.
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