Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School
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"You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope."
"Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I be...
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Mila's Pov .....
I can't help but laugh as Blair squeezes my hand, right at the same time Ben pulls another chunk of her hair. "Would you just stay still?" Ben rolls his eyes when she holds the back of her head.
"I said pull them tightly, not attack my head!" She scolds, crossing her arms and leaning further back into the chair.
I put another bobbin into his outstretched hand and watch him yank at her dark hair again, hiding his grin above the mirror.
Some girls give us side glances upon seeing us hogging the vanity, with a boy no less, but one middle finger from Blair has them all turning around and focusing on their own outfits and touch up's.
As if Ben would look at any of them anyways, his eyes are always on her.
Except when Harrison strolls into the locker room and sits on the bench beside me, no girls are protesting then. In fact, eye-fucking is a better way to describe whatever they're doing.
I roll my eyes as Blair does and plop down on his lap, so they all look away and focus on themselves. Harrison is my best friend, cant have any of these girls wanting him unless I have totally approved whoever they are.
Call it possessive, I call it...protective. Now that Carter and I have each other, he's gonna need someone sooner or later if I'm not around for him all the time.
Harrison knocks my ponytail so it flings back and forth, smiling when I hop off his lap and pull Blair up from her chair. "What d'ya think?" She asks, spinning around and letting her pompoms swish out from her hands.
"You look hot." Georgia calls from outside the locker room, poking her head in. "But we have to get out there, like..right now."
After hauling out all my girls, we set up our area to cheer and do a newer routine, it's less flips, more dancing, easier for Monica, harder for me.
Mon is tall but she can move like no one else, same with Georgia. Blair and I struggle slightly but we make it work.
The crowds applaud once we finish and line up just outside the entrance to the ice for our boys to come running out. Carter is first and I make sure to cheer extra loud, giving him a little air kiss.
Blair tends to Benny who forgot about his glasses, she takes them off for him and brushes a non existent spec of dust off his shoulder before letting him go.
Both Rob and I smile at each other when we notice them, but the moment is over when the guys have made it onto the ice and it's only us girls.
