"We're going to be late," I groan, trying to tie my bow into my half pony tail while Brittni drives.

"That's not my fault," she gives me a pointed look. I roll my eyes.

"I had to use the bathroom," I pout. If you knew how I felt after eating a bean burrito you'd understand why we're late. "Plus, were only late for the time we're supposed to be there. The game doesn't start for another thirty minutes."

"Yeah," she nods. "But I'd really rather not put coach in a bad mood. She's already pissed about some of the seniors drinking at the party last weekend."

Oh yeah. The party I didn't go to. I guess Shania, a senior on our team, got horribly drunk and passed out on the couch of the party. Some asshole took a picture of her with a cup spilled by her feet and sent it to a few people. Our coach found out and we all had run three miles. I hated her for that.

"I forgot about that," I sigh, finally managing to turn my bow the correct way as we pull into the school parking lot.

I'm not too surprised to see half the parking spaces taken already, it's homecoming for goodness sake. It's bound to be packed and some people are smart enough to get here early.

"Let's go." I get out of the car with Brittni, grabbing my duffle bag as well. Of course it has to be horribly cold the day is this game. I just got out of the car and I already feel like freezing to death.

"Long, Joshie," our coach scowls. "Where have you been? The buffet started ten minutes ago."

"Sorry," Brittni sighs. "Nikki had some trouble before we came."

"Okay," Coach looks at us skeptically, but doesn't say anything else. "Well, all the food is on that table and the deserts are over there."

We both nod and tell her we're going to put our bags in the field house gym before walking that way.

After stuffing our faces with all types of foods sponsored by the cheer moms, we head over to the field to warm up.

I haven't seen Colten yet and I really want to before the game starts. Wish him good luck, if you know what I mean?

As we're in the middle of stretching our legs and such independently, a voice speaks in my ear making me jump.

"Colten!" I slap his chest only for me to be pulled into him. "You scared me."

"Did I?" He questions lowly, his eyes zooming in on my lips. "You look extremely hot right now."

"I'm actually quite cold." I go to laugh when his mouth is already covering mine. A moan of surprise leaves my lips, my arms wrapping around Colten either way. Our mouths move together, supplying heat to my body, especially when my boyfriend slips his tongue past my lips.

"That's enough," Jackson groans, sounding pissed and disgusted at the same time. I pull away quickly, my eyes widening. I didn't know he was right there.

Colten wraps his arm around my shoulder, his pads not the most comfortable thing in the world to be smushed against. Oh well.

"Did you bring me any food from that buffet?" Colten asks as Jackson and brittni walk closer, his arm around her.

"Nope," I cheekily grin earning a pinch to my side.

"Shouldn't you guys he practicing?" Brittni asks as my brother presses a kiss to her temple. It's so cute I want to be sick.

"Coach gave us a few minutes to mingle before the game," Colten says. "Guess he doesn't want all our energy to he out."

Brittni nods, whispering something in Jackson's ear. And I swear to god, his cheeks tint pink.

"I think she's teasing him with her va-"

"Don't finish that," I stop him earning a heart laugh.

"I'm just kidding baby," he kisses my forehead. Two minutes later the buzzer goes off for the start of the game and Colten and Jackson head over to the field. Not before giving their girlfriends long kisses on the mouth.

I get in my position for the game and we start off he first quarter with a cheer. It's our ball first due to a coin toss, and Jackson grabs the ball.

I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about this game. The team we are versing is supposed to be extremely good and undefeated like us. I really want us to win, but I guess whoever the better team is has the victory.

"Sunset G5, sunset G5!" Jackson yells and I get in the mindset of the play. "Hut!"

I start running, my mind on the ball that's about to be in my hands and turn around when I get to the thirty yard line I turn around in time to catch the ball. My body lurches forward the extra yard until I feel myself cross the touchdown line. Cheers sound in my ears and my team mates pounce on me.

"That's what I'm talking about, Mathews!" Ralf yells. "That's what I'm talking about!"

It's only the first touchdown, we shouldn't get too excited.

I am dead wrong when we are two touchdowns ahead of Allen Park. They don't seem to be taking it well either. I see how they try to cheap shot us, and unfortunately, the refs call it anyway.

"Come on, Ref!" My coach shoots. "That was a hurdle!"

"Calm down, coach." Is all the referee says before heading back to where we left off. We only have a few more minutes left and all we need is one more touchdown for the game to practically be thrown to us.

I face off with a guy from the opposite team, my eyes dead set on his.

"Is that pretty girl over there yours?" He asks, gesturing towards Nikki who looks absolutely amazing in her cheer uniform. She jumps up and down with a smile on her face, her hair bouncing with her movements. "She'll be mine after this games over."

What the fuck?

I have no time to really process what he says when Jackson is calling out the next play. I try to keep my mind on the game, but it keeps going back to what he said. He probably knows what Angelique's done. They are a rival school of ours. For fucks sake, he probably fucked Angelique.

Jackson yells go and I take off running, my body pushing through the guy that I had just talked to. I keep running until I make it to the thirty five slash, my body turning around to catch the ball only to be speared illegally into the ground. The pain is what immediately hits me.

"That was a cheap shot!" My coach yells. I hear Jackson and James yelling at the same guy I was talking to a minute ago.

I need to get up.

"That was a fucking illegal tackle!" Jackson yells at the guy.

"Your point?" The guy cockily responds.

I need to get up.

My eyes search for the one person that can make the pain go away and she's already looking at me. The concern in her eyes makes me want to get up and show her I'm fine.

And that's exactly what I do. My ribs hurt, but I can tell there not broken. My ankle also feels a bit raw, but it could just be rolled. I slowly, heave myself off the ground, shaking myself free of the pain.

Cheers scream throughout the stadium. I smile when Nikki grins at me.

"We got this, Mathews," James pats my back. "We've got this."

As the last play of the game begins, my anger is directed towards the prick that tackled me last time. This time, I'm ready for whatever comes.

Jackson spits out the words I need and I'm running, dodging a few tackles, my feet racing towards the line I desperately need. Number twenty-two is on my tail, and he tries to dive in front of me, but I immediately jump over him. Cheers and yells are shared throughout the stadium. My teammates shout incoherent things, and when I cross that line I feel pride take over my being.

Every single player on my team jump on top of me, congratulating me on the touchdown, but I walk away as they celebrate.

Unbuckling my helmet, I take it off and look towards Nikki who is smiling. I beckon her to me. She instantly starts running towards me, jumping into my arms. I inhale her scent, my body calming because of her.

"I love you so much," she beams, pressing her lips to mine.

"Are you almost done?" I question, my butt going numb from sitting in this chair for over an hour.

"Can you be patient?" Brittni growls. "Beauty takes time."

I roll my eyes making her scowl even more.

"There," she sighs. "You're done."

I blow out a breath in relief and look into the mirror, my mouth falling open in shock. This girl doesn't look like me, no, she looks like a freaking super model.

"Where did you learn to do make up like this?" I ask, my eyes wide as I take in every detail of my face and hair.

"Videos," she teases. Her make up is already done and it looks similar to mine. I just didn't think she would do that much work for me. "The boys said they'll be here in ten minutes so let's get our dresses on."

I agree and grab mine off the hook. It's a beautiful one shoulder, floor length gown that has some embellishments on the bust. It was the first dress to catch my eyes when I went looking. I'm so glad I got it.

Slipping it on, I try to be very grateful to not rip it and I have Brittni zip if up. It's so beautiful.

"You look so pretty!" Brittni squeals, jumping up ask down. "I'm so glad you ended up getting this one."

"Me too," I state truthfully, spinning around a bit. I put in my heels even though I'll end up taking them off at the dance, and grab my clutch which I put my phone, keys, Chapstick and lip gloss.

There's a knock on the door not a minute later and both Brittni and I check our appearance one more time before heading towards the door. On the other side are Jackson and Colten, both in suits with a plastic container that holds a flower.

"Whoa," they say at the same time. I blush as Colten's eyes take in my body very slowly and

thoroughly.

"Let's go to the backyard for pictures," Brit suggest and Jackson follows her while Colten holds me back.

"You're purposely trying to make me fuck you right now, aren't you?" He asks lowly, his eyes on my lips and chest.

"No," I blush.

"Well, since we don't have time for that right now," he pecks my lips. "You better count on me pounding into you tonight."

Oh god.

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