Third PersonPOV
That evening, Betty and the Unseen gathered at a local diner to celebrate, their laughter and excitement filling the room. They replayed the highlights of the day, laughing and taking pictures. Each of them reliving their favorite moments from the competition, their faces alight with joy and relief. Betty felt like she was floating, the reality of their victory still sinking in.
“You know, none of this would’ve happened without you.” She said to Stacey sitting beside.
Stacey shrugged, a soft smile on her face. “Maybe. But you’re the one who kept us together, Betty. Don’t sell yourself short.”
Betty felt a warmth settle in her chest. She looked around and realized that they’d become more than just teammates. They were a family. And no matter what happened next, she knew they’d always have each other.
Suddenly, Ivy approached, her expression cold and unyielding.
“You got lucky today” her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Betty straightened. “It wasn’t luck. We earned this.”
Ivy scoffed, crossing her arms. “Please. Your team is still a joke, Betty. One win doesn’t change that.”
Carlos stepped forward, rolling his eyes. “Face it, Ivy. You lost. Get over it.”
But Ivy’s gaze remained fixed on Betty, her eyes narrowed with contempt. “Enjoy your little victory, because it’s the only one you’ll ever get. Next year, we’ll be back, and we’ll crush you.”
Betty felt her resolve harden. Ivy’s words were sharp, but they only fueled her determination. “We’ll be here, too, Ivy. But we’re ready to compete fairly. If you do, go ahead. Bring it on.”
Ivy held her gaze for a moment longer before turning and storming off, her squad following closely behind. As she disappeared into the crowd, Betty felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Ivy’s threats didn’t scare her anymore. She knew what she was capable of, and no one—not even Ivy—could take that away.
As the night wore on, Betty’s gaze fell on Brent, who was sitting with Stacey, their heads close together as they laughed at a shared joke. A strange pang of jealousy flickered in her chest, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the happiness of the moment.