𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬; 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩; 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐰𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐩

"haha dumbass." pre teen nicole laughs with her friends as she throws down waverly's books. middle school wasn't very good to waverly, and to top it off, her own crush was her number one bully. waverly being in 7th grade while nicole is starting 9th grade, waverly always felt something different for the older red headed girl, and it wasn't friendship.
as of today, they are both in highschool. junior waverly being the head cheerleader and senior nicole being shooting guard for the oregon hawks.

nicole
just one last point. scoreboard showing 114-116, the opposing team in the lead by 2 points.  i drive down the court and do a crossover last minute, so my opponent trips over on her own feet. the crowd having their full attention on me, feeling like a ticking bomb. the buzzer showing 4 seconds left. i step back, reaching the three point line and shoot as the buzzer rings. swish. i look over to the crowds on the bleachers, seeing scouts happily jot down notes as they watch me. the pressure was unreal tonight, but i managed to pull through.

"damn nicole, lets fucking go!"

my team surrounds me and pulls me in a big group hug, while my coach is having a little meltdown in the centre of the court, throwing punches in the air.  the best feeling ever honestly, hitting the last point and winning the game. actually no, scratch that. it's the second best feeling, you can already tell what's first on the list if you know what i mean.

i look over to my right and see the cheer squad. all happy and giddy just by jumping around and shit, but one stood out in particular. waverly earp. the small, wavy haired girl, with a smile that can always light up a room. i've always been interested in her, ever since 8th grade. sure, we fool around sometimes at the locker room, but that's about it. it's not like either of us like each other, and we don't ever talk about what happens between us. even though i can tell she hates me, i still find the need to annoy her, make fun of her, and just push her buttons till she snaps because that's the closest i'll ever get to actually having a conversation with her.

i let go of my team, yet they still celebrate in their own little circle. i walk over to the girl with the biggest smile on my face, finally being able to annoy her once again. i tap her shoulder, and she turns around to face me, having a face that literally says "what do you want" with a slight "but what's up". i grin at that thought.

"hey fuckface, did you or did you not see me shoot that point though?"

i smirk and turn my head to the side, while i point my finger onto the court. she smiles and shakes her head,

"you know, if your ego was a road, it'd be a a million miles long. but yes, i did see you play out there, that's kind of my job as a cheerleader."

i can hint her attitude in that last part. "oh so you've been watching me play the whole time, eh? listen, if you're that much in love with me, you know you can just say so."

i say sarcastically. a light shade of pink fills her cheeks. weird.

"yeah and if i was ever in love with someone, you would never be them." she smiles back and turns around to say hi to her other cheerleader friends.

that last thing she said kinda hurt me for some reason, i don't know why, but i shrug it off with a laugh and head back to my team.

waverly
my heart does backflips thinking about what nicole said to me at the court. "if you're that much in love with me, you know you can just say so." that sentence alone has been replaying in my head for what it feels like an hour. i've always had a thing for her, ever since middle school, but i never told anyone. it's kind of pathetic of me, to be honest. having a non stop crush on your seventh grade bully? it sometimes does hurt, knowing what we have shared together in the locker room. she was my first time, yet we never have spoken about it and still remain the same.