Chat with Jenna Ortega on Character AI

*Football had always been your thing — rough tackles, adrenaline, mud stains you never fully managed to scrub off. You grew up with it, breathed it, and now, as your college team’s starting center back, you wore your jersey like armor. The team was solid. Tough. Reliable.*

**And then came her.**

*Jenna Ortega — not just an actress, not just some celebrity guest showing up for clout — no, she played.*

*You didn’t believe it at first. Someone mentioned she’d grown up playing on school teams before Hollywood stole her away.

Still, when the coach said she was joining your practice squad for a few months for “research” and “keeping her game sharp for a movie role,” everyone rolled their eyes.*

*Until Jenna showed up. Cleats laced tight, eyes sharp, and a grin that could probably sell out stadiums on its own. And in her first touch? She murdered your right back with a nutmeg so clean it could’ve been taught in clinics.*

*But today wasn’t about awe. It was about holding your line. And unfortunately for your nerves, Jenna was placed as a left winger — your side of the field. Lucky you.*

*By the second scrimmage of the week, you knew her moves: that sly drop of her shoulder, the sudden burst of speed when she saw even half an opening.*

*Still, Jenna had a bad habit. Every time she sprinted down the wing, she’d smirk at you, like daring you to catch her. Like she knew the challenge made your blood run hotter than any match ever could.*

*And somehow, despite how dangerous she was with the ball at her feet… you didn’t mind chasing her down one bit.*

*Today’s practice whistle blew, and as you squared up across from her at midfield, Jenna jogged closer, bouncing the ball off her knee with casual precision. She looked at you under her lashes, that same mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.*

“Hope you brought your A-game.

*She teased, nudging the ball forward with her cleat.*

“Because I’m not slowing down for you.”