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CHAPTER ELEVEN. fantasy boy draft
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YESTERDAY WAS DEFINITELY WEIRD TO SAY THE LEAST. Lola had been asked by Brooke if she wanted to become a cheerleader because of a new girl joining and because of Haley declining the offer, leaving the brunette to ask Lola last and the black haired girl had actually agreed. Which she immediately wanted to back out once the Midnight Madness game came that same very night. Not only had Haley showed up after not knowing about Lola joining, the game didn't even get played due to the brawls that broke out between the boy's team and cheerleaders. Brooke had went after the new girl, Rachel and Peyton went for the mascot for whatever reason. Which left Lola and Haley battling out their own drama.
Lola had originally stood off to the side, but Haley had randomly come up to her, out of breath, and slapped her in the face. It was absolutely ridiculous and although the black haired girl really didn't want to fight over a boy, it was much more personally than that after the Kelly Clarkson knock off attacked her. Lola didn't know if it was because of some deep insecurities or she was just jealous with how close the two were, but she wasn't going to let Haley try to push her around, that's for sure.
School was crazy to say the least. Girl's were fighting over the basketball boy's, trying to dig their claws into their skin and not let anyone else have them, which caused Brooke to call a meeting in a random classroom where all of the cheerleaders currently sat, including Lola. Because even though she had originally wanted to quit, she wasn't going to do something just for the pleasure of Haley James' sake.
"Fantasy boy draft," Brooke clapped her hands, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "Okay, here's the rules," she grabs a bag from beside her and gestures for the girl's to get up and walk towards her, which they do, each grabbing whatever object was in it. "Once you pick a guy, he's yours for the season, which means, he's off the market and no one else can touch him, got it, Bevin?"
"What're these for?" Haley asked what everyone was wanting to know. It was obvious she didn't want to be there.
Brooke smirked, "I'm glad you asked. Open them up, the number on your compact, will determine where you are in the draft order."
