Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 1

"Massy, I can't tell how excited we are to have you here, I've been following your career over at UCLA since they gave you that full ride, and hopefully during your internship here you'll be able to make up your mind, can't wait to see how you do here with the physical and athletic trainer." Massy smiled as she shook John Mara's hand, the owner of the New York Giants gave her a huge smile as he pulled his hand from her's and stepped to the side to guide her into the physical training room. "This here is Leigh Wiess, our Physical and Athletic Trainer, you'll be working under him."

Leigh took Massy's hand with a wide smile, the jolt of energy in his handshake caused her arm to also shake. "Congratulations on graduating from UCLA and your offer for the women's USA soccer team, I know it's always a tough decision on going pro or to stay in school, but I saw their offer still stands, and I know a student-athlete like yourself will only excel here." Leigh said as he walked next to her.

The large physical therapy room was spaced out seven stations on each side, a few players laid sprawled out on  therapy beds getting wrapped and tapped up before they left out for the field, they all shifted their attention to massy, some stopped their conversation, others stopped looking at their phones, one even pulled his headphones off.

"Thank you so much for still offering me this opportunity while I'm back home in New York, and hopefully I'll be able to make my decision." Massy said turning to Leigh trying to deflect the silent attention she was getting, her smile slowly faded as she spoke about going pro or not. It was a decision she either though too much about or not enough about.

"Well, whatever decision you make, you'll always have a home here with the Giants." Leigh said giving her an assured head nod and a smile.

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"You see the new trainer!?" Collins asked Harris as they walked side by side, and stood at Harris locker, Odell looked up from his duffle bag to ear drop on his teammate's conversation.

"Man." Harris said shaking his head, "how they expect me to focus when she standing on the sidelines!?" He said picking up his left football cleat. "Say she a soccer player at UCLA."

Odell frowned in confusion at his teammates, the only physical trainer he knew was Leigh and from what he knew Leigh was not their "type"

"What y'all talk bout?" He said with frowned eyebrows.

"I'm saying, if that's gone be the one poking, picking, and stretching me out." Collins began walking backwards to his locker on the other side of the room, "I might get hurt on PURPOSE this year!"

Harris smiled shaking his head. "That boy crazy."

"Who y'all talkin bout?" Odell asked again, looking down at Harris who sat down to put his cleat on.

"The new trainer, man, you gotta see her." Harris said looking down at what he was doing.

"Nigga ain't you married?" Odell asked with a twisted face.

"That don't mean I can't look!" Harris said with his hand up in defense.

"Y'all thirsty." He said shaking his head and walking out the locker room.

Collins jogged back over across the room, a wrinkled gray Giants tshirt in his hand, "hundred says it takes him 3 weeks to hit on her." He said to Harris lightly nudging him in the chest.

"I say a hundred on 1 week." Harris said back. The two men shaking hands then walking out the locker room.

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The summer weather was nothing short of sunny and hot, marking the first day of training camp and with the 2015-2016 season a month away it was time to wake these sleeping Giants. Media gathered up in their section that remained roped off so they wouldn't cause a distraction awaiting their opportunity to speak to some of the leading players, the team photographers stood as close as they could snapping pictures, family members of the team and staff sat up in the stands quietly watching the team practice. Wide Receivers, Linebackers, Tight Ends, Kickers, and so on, players covered the field carrying on their own conversations, some running to catch a football that had yet to leave the air, equipment laid on almost every yard line waiting to be used.

"Who dat?" Odell pulled his helmet from his head and stopping in his tracks both his arms spread out to the side of him to stop everyone else from walking too, looking in the direction of Massy, he squinted his eyes trying to block out as much of the sun as he could.

Collins looked up at Odell then in the direction he was looking in. "Oh, her! Haha that there is Massy Airas 22 5'6 soccer player and graduate of UCLA... By way of New York." Collins said changing his voice to sound like a sports commentator as if he was giving a players stats before the game. "Annnnnd your new physical therapist and athletic trainer." Collins finished as he began strapping his gloves onto his wrists.

"Nice ain't it!?" Harris said throwing his own stat about her in.

Massy stood in between head coach Tom Coughlin and Leigh looking down at a piece of paper, listening as Leigh spoke to both of them. Odell locked in on her looking at her longer than he should be, he licked his lips but kept his eyebrows frowned with an emotionless look.

Collins leaned over to Harris. "I want to change my bet, I give it one week."

Harris shook his head, then shoved his helmet on. "Too late bets already locked in." He yelled jogging off backwards as he spoke.

"What bet!?" Collins turned to find Odell inches from his face, Collins frowned and backed up a little. Odell stood almost childlike in a confused state, his helmet in one hand and his other hand shoved through the front of his shoulder pads trying to scratch his chest. "I wanna bet too." He added as he gave scratch on lifting his shoulder pads in desperation to scratch a certain part.

Collins stood there shaking his head at Odell watching him fumble with his shoulder pads. Odell turned his attention back to Massy, standing on the sidelines by herself, overlooking players and their movements, she twisted a football in her left hand, her sunglasses covering her eyes, a sleek ponytail holding all her hair back, he could get a better look at her body, now that she wasn't sandwiched between two middle-aged white men. Her blue Giant's Staff t-shirt fitting her perfectly,  a sleeve of tattoos covering her left arm and her black fitted shorts hugging her toned thighs, and a pair of all-black Nike running shoes on her feet. Odell broke his emotionless stare to slightly smile. He nodded his head and shoved his head into his helmet.