When We Were Wallflowers

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M-m-Morgan?" you ask, somewhat surprised as you pick yourself up from the ground.

She stares at you for a brief moment, her eyes adjusting in the dark. "Whodathunkit…" she murmurs, getting up to her feet. "How's it going…"

Brushing the dust off yourself, your mind races back, unbidden, to the first time you met Morgan. It was the first week of boot camp, and you were on an obstacle training. Nearing the end of the race, you had made a good headway towards the finish line and were about to reach it when suddenly someone shoved into you from behind, causing you to fall.

Disoriented, you fell down heavily and looked up to see Morgan, giving you a fierce grin and victorious look before she crossed the finish line. You complained about her actions to the instructor, but nothing came of it and, to this day, both you and Morgan hate each other's guts.

Today was no different, of course, and your rival gives you a sly grin as she stands up and turns her gaze towards you. "Might want to cool it off a little, you know? Get us both into a fight and you might not get a chance to put on a suit today," she says before she walks off, purposely bumping into you.

"See you around, Private…"