Stephanie Brooks was out in the soccer field dribbling the ball between her feet as she waited for the rest of the team to come out of the locker room. Well, her technical name was Stephanie Brooks, but if anyone other than her parents were to call her that, then they would probably get hit so hard they would forget their own name, and only people with a death wish ever called her Steph. It was for that reason and through her own insistence, that everyone called her Stevie. Short and simple and so much better than Steph (the name still sounded like a curse word on her tongue). It was a hot April day, which meant that it was great to be outside, but it also meant that sweat was already beginning to pool at the edge of her brow. She didn't care much, but they hadn't even started practice which meant that by 4 o'clock, the time practice was over, she would be positively drenched and cursing herself for having joined the soccer team the whole time. Just wait until coach makes us jog, her mind thought helpfully for her as she tried to juggle the ball by kicking it between alternating knees. As she thought that, she couldn't help but wonder why the fuck the guys were taking so long. Perhaps it was because she got dressed alone in the girls' locker room, so she didn't have the idle chatter of locker-room socializing to distract and delay her from getting dressed faster, but still, these guys were taking forever.