the fuck it list

chapter 14

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It's finally Thursday. This week could not have gone by any slower.

"I want everyone moving." Coach's voice booms. "Today will be a conditioning day so I need all of you drenched in sweat."

Conditioning day meant anything and everything to make our body hurt in the morning.

We all start our laps around the field. I watch as the cheerleading team works on group stunts and flips.

"Hey, Cameron," I called out. I have been meaning to talk to him all week. He slows his pace and falls in stride with me.

"What's up, dude?"

"What's your deal with Lillian?"

His jog stutters for a second then recovers, "What do you mean 'what's your deal with Lillian'?"

"I'm talking about why she poured that drink on you at the party." And that you were aggravating her in the parking lot earlier this week.

"Ahh, it's nothing just her being a bitch you know."

"Yeah definitely," I say, increasing my speed running past him. My brain struggles to find a reason why they lied and what was going on between them. Asking about her made me look like I cared and quite honestly I kinda don't.

I push my body trying to give my all.

A few times though I catch myself glancing up at the cheer team doing flips. The only one that piques my interest does perfect flips in the air. You can see on the other girls' faces that they don't like it. It honestly boggles my mind that she isn't the cheer captain.

"Hey, stranger," I say, finding her sitting on the bleachers after practice.

"Hey, stalker. You know if you start hanging out with me people might think you have a crush on me." A laugh leaves my lips.

"Who says I don't?" I say watching her roll her ocean blue eyes and soft smile gracing her soft lips.

"How have you been?" I sit down on the bleachers next to her.

"Eh," she says. She's still in her cheer uniform which exposes her tan legs and arms. "I know I'm hot but I never would have thought to see the day where Quin Angelo looked at a brunette-haired girl."

"My preferences do change." I lean back and fold my arms behind my head.

She stands up and moves to stand in between my legs. Her hands land on the upper part of my thighs and she leans in close. Close enough to where if she moved her head a bit her lips would be on mine. "Am I changing the bad boy?"

"Maybe you are?" I say shifting my head up to reach her lips, she pulls away only letting me lightly brush her lips.

"Who says you're my type?" She laughs

I reach up to push her face to mine and smash my lips to hers. It takes her by surprise but she doesn't pull away.

My hand reaches to cup her face while my tongue presses at the seam of her lips. She opens her mouth and my tongue explores hers, the mint gum she always chews is all you can taste.

She started off the enemy now the lines have blurred.

Her hands somehow end up in my hair pulling in the strands at the base of my neck. Both of my hands move to grab the back of her thighs making her straddle my lap.

It's a sensory overload with her sitting in my lap, her lips on mine, and her hands in my hair.

She pulls back and rests her forehead on my bare chest, my chest rises and falls fast filling my lungs with oxygen but she doesn't seem to care.

"I think you have a little crush on me," she says, looking me dead in the eye.

"I think I do," I whisper in her ear, her silky hair tickling my face.