Well This Fucking Sucks

Chapter 1

"Danielle," the principle announces my name. I step up and smooth out my skirt cheer skirt. I elegantly walk to the podium.

"Please give us the call." He steps to the side and gestures to me. I smile and gently clear my throat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, " I say, looking at the over excited audience.

"I would like to bring out the Wingmore High school Football team!" I cheer. I could barely finish the last part of my sentence before the audience roared.

The football team ran out from the hall way into the auditorium. The band plays our school song while the cheer team do some cheers and flips.

I clap to the beat if the music as the football players jog into the auditorium. I go over to the stands to sit with the cheer team. I grab my pom poms and join in a cheer.

I look over to see a certain quarterback looking at me. I bite my lip shyly. I give a small wave to him. He nods and gives a breath taking smile before he goes back to cheer with his team mates.

The head football coach goes up to the podium and takes a microphone. He tries to quiet the audience before he speaks.

"All I have to say is that this team has done outstanding and like every year, we are going to the championship games." He says. The crowd cheers again. I call out a few cheers with the cheer team. The coach silences the crowd again.

"And I would like to say that our school will be hosting the game here. And after, we will hold the homecoming dance."

The crowd erupt into cheers and the band plays our school song again. Some cheerleaders do some kicks.

The school bell rings to dismiss us. I leave with the group of cheerleaders to the main hall. I go to my overly decorated pink locker. I've gotten so many requests to gave it taken down, but after a while, they gave up.

I grab my anatomy notebook and I reach for my purse on the top shelf. Another hand grabs it. I turn around to find Braedan standing behind me.

Braedan was the quarterback and dream boat of this school. His golden curly hair framed his tan face and brought out his emerald eyes that shone brighter than any gem. There was a slight outline of his muscles that showed through his gray shirt. To top it all off, he wore light Rock Revivals that made his butt look delicious.

And the good thing was, he was all mine. This wonderful boy was mu boyfriend.

"Hey," he says in a soft tone. He leans down to my height and kisses my lips softly.

"Hey," I kiss him on his cheek back, his stubble pricking my lips. He wraps his arms around my waist and deepens our kiss. I hear a couple of hoots around us from on lookers. But I don't care. I run my fingers through his soft golden hair.

When we pull away, we look each other. His eyes were filled with lust. I loved when he looked at me like that.

"I just wanna hold you and make you beg for mercy." He growled. He began to nip at my neck. I pull back and bite my lip.

"You know I'm not ready," I say, gazing into his eyes. He began to pout. I kiss his poked out lip.

"Maybe I'll be ready by the dance. " I look down at the floor. I look back up at him. He looks at me smiling. He picks me up and spins me around. My things fall on the ground.

"Are you sure babe?" He sets me down and grabs my face in his hands, looking at me serious. I nod. He kisses me on my forehead.

"Great. Be ready to not walk for a week." He said. He kissed me on the cheek before he went off with his friends. He turned and waved me goodbye. I wave weakly.