Lovesick.

IX. Nobody Compares

ARIANA'S POV

"I swear. Now that me and Haz are over, Justin thinks that I'm just gonna run to him for comfort." I tell Taylor, as we set down our backpacks in my dorm.

"Well, he could be your rebound." She shrugs.

"I'm not that much of a bitch. I won't use Justin to get over Harry. Plus, I'm already over him." I say.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that...." She dismisses me.

I go into my bathroom to change into my uniform. Taylor and I are both cheerleaders. Just my luck that Harry is captain of the football team. Since Florida seems to never have winter, our season is all year long.

After putting on the outfit, I tie my hair in a high ponytail with a cheer bow, and exit the bathroom.

"Are you ready?" T questions, already wearing her uniform.

"Yep. Let's go before Miley starts bitching about us being late..." I say, talking about our lovely cheer captain.

We exit my dorm to find Justin wearing his football jersey, leaning on the wall outside.

"Hello, Ariana." He smirks.

"I said no." I tell him, walking away.

"C'mon, just one date." He pleads.

I roll my eyes, and turn to face him. "Look, I'm not gonna break up with one guy just to jump on another. So leave me alone, fucktard!"

I storm off, Taylor following behind.

"Yikes. You really don't like him, do you?" She says.

"Way to state the fucking obvious, Tay."

"Don't get your panties all in a twist. You know what you need? A one night stand. When's the last time you got some action? Oh, that's right never."

"Shut up. Another mistake is the last thing I need."

"Who's to say it would be mistake?" Taylor questions.

"Me." I reply.

"Well then it will be the best mistake you ever make."

"Your logic is absolutely flawless." I state sarcastically.

"I know. It's a gift." She grins proudly, throwing an arm over my shoulder as we walk down the dorm hall.

~*•*~*•*~

"You're late." Miley informs us.

"And you're a bitch. Now that we're done stating the obvious let's get to practice." I sass.

She glares. "Watch yourself, Grande. Coach left me in charge of practice, and if you're not careful, you might find yourself on the bench."

I roll my eyes, and Taylor and I go off to the football field where everyone is stretching. We sit down, greeting a few other people, and start stretching.

I sit with my feet together out in front of me, and lean forward to touch my toes. I then spread my legs apart, sitting in a straddle position, and lean to the left, touching my toes. I do the same with the right side.

"Taylor." I call her over, and she pulls me forward, helping me stretch.

I thank her, and stand up, holding my hands together behind me so my shoulders blades are touching.

After I'm done with the basic stretches, Miley grabs her megaphone.

"Alright! Girls, I wanna see splits. Guys, those backflips better be on point." She announces.