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Chapter One

I, Maeve Florence, just might kill myself.

Tomorrow night is the first game of the season at Oceanside High and I genuinely believe I will kill myself. My team has been practicing for two weeks so, obviously, I am not worried or stressed in any way that we will fail and embarrass ourselves on the field. In fact, I'm excited for the dancing part.

Just not for the part that it's for his team.

Miah Black; Team captain of the Oceanside High Lacrosse Team, golden boy, rich, handsome, and practically the biggest catch in the entire school. Of course, people don't see him how he really is. They see him as this cocky, playful, confident boy, whereas I see right past his little mock-up.

In reality, Miah Black is a golden retriever.

Sure, he may be, as mentioned before, cocky, playful, and confident, but he is also just a big softy who needs his ego stroked every now and again.

Amongst other things.

Miah gets around. His fit body, teasing looks, and charismatic attitude are just the icing on the cake. Girls and guys gawk at him as he walks down the hall, holding one of his buddies in a headlock. Then, his eyes catch mine and he winks. I scowl. Girls and guys frown.

But, here I am, practicing for the dance that represents his team.

Fuck my life.

"Alright," Macey claps, taking a step towards us as she adjusts her Nike Pros. "One more time and then we can call it a day. Tomorrow is game day and—" She catches my eye and narrows her own, lifting an eyebrow. "And no sabotaging the whole routine because we see someone we don't like. Right, Maeve?"

I pop my fingers and brush my mouse-brown hair out of my eyes, the stubborn strands falling from my ponytail. "It sounds like a pretty good idea to me."

She bites her lip, most likely holding back a snark comment, and sighs. "Right, one more time. Let's go."

We all get in our positions and I get on my knees, hands on the floor between me as I duck my head, spreading my legs. The song plays and I internally groan again.

Miah's parents are rich and since he is the school's golden boy, the principal lets whatever slide. If he chose to play Or Nah, he would be able to. He is in control of the song we use for each performance and Macey just has to come up with the choreography.

Slowly, each row lifts their head up. The last row—the row I am in—lifts their head up when the last lyric of the first beat starts. The first two rows move back and my row pushes up on their knees, going into a back-bend position and kicking over into a back timber, landing softly back onto our knees.