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What the hell was that? It was only a kiss. It’s not like he was asking me to get down on my knees and suck him dry while he stood with a rolling camera looking down on me, prepared and ready to hit upload on Pornhub.

He was sweet and showed me a side of himself that I didn’t realize he possessed and I think that panicked me more than the whole kiss thing did because I realized that Jackson Millington has the ability to change the game. He’s a heartbreaker and that’s dangerous territory. He’s smooth, he doesn’t hesitate when wanting to touch me, he doesn’t hold back his thoughts, and what’s worse, he makes me laugh more than I’ve laughed over the past few months.

I’ve never fallen for a guy before but if I was going to, it’d be someone like him. He makes my heart race and every time he looks my way, those damn butterflies take off like bats out of hell. If only there was some way to squish those damn butterflies, then I’d be absolutely fine.

Oh, hell. I should have just let him kiss me. It would have been so good. I don’t doubt that he has a magical tongue and I probably missed out big time. I wonder how he would have tasted. I bet he’s a minty fresh kind of guy, not one of those guys who taste like stale cigarettes. No, Jackson Millington is the type to give a girl the full experience and leave them wanting more. So much more.

As I make my way down to my car, the noise of the students using the field steals my attention. I can’t help but look over there to see the cheerleaders working on their routines for Thursday night’s game. Sorrow fills me. I should be there. They’re my girls and my team, not to mention, it’s my choreography.

The girls stop what they’re doing and take a quick water break, and as if sensing my eyes on the group, Phoenix’s sharp glare comes shooting towards me. Great, exactly what I need to finish off my afternoon.

Phoenix smirks as though she’s won something and I roll my eyes. She’s so damn pathetic. She hasn’t won a damn thing. She was demoted and kept on the team only because the guy she happened to screw was someone the rest of the girls have been desperately trying to conquer for the past two years.

I tune Phoenix out as I focus on getting down to the parking lot before I manage to get myself in any trouble, only movement catches my eye and I find myself glancing back toward the squad. Phoenix watches me as she strides across the field towards the football team and smirks as she places herself in front of Jackson.

I try to appear unaffected. What the fuck is she doing?

Phoenix puffs out her chest, making her tits look bigger than what they actually are before she drapes herself over Jackson, instantly putting me on edge. For her to go after Jackson that means she knows something is going on between us, but how? Unless she saw us walk out of the school together this morning, though it’s not like we were hiding the fact that we were hanging out.

I watch with bated breath, desperate to see what Jackson is going to do, but when he scrunches his face and looks down at her in disgust, something warms my heart. Jackson shoves her off him as though he could catch something just by being that close and instantly walks away, leaving me grinning like a fucking idiot.

Phoenix looks back at me with embarrassment shining brightly in her eyes before she storms back to the cheerleaders where’s she’s instantly reprimanded for leaving the group.

I laugh to myself. When I was leading those girls, I had them on a tight ship. They worked hard and made sure our routines were perfect, but watching them now, they seem sloppy and out of synch.

It’s a shame really. I miss being on the team after it’s been a huge part of my life growing up, but it’s also a relief to be able to focus on other things. With all the spare time, my grades have never been higher and I’ve even been considering studying dance in college or maybe doing something with my choreography skills. Who knows, maybe I could coach high school teams and give them kickass routines to make them look like the badass, boss bitches they are.

I get into my car but it’s not until I put it in reverse that I glance up at Jackson, who’s already looking at me. His face lights up and a goofy as fuck grin spreads wide over his face making me want to throw myself out of my car and run into his arms.


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