BOUND 2 (GxG)

It's Not a Big Deal

"You're being ridiculous."

"I'm being ridiculous? You're the girlfriend of the soccer captain, you can't not dress up for her games," Cher pointed out, marking my face with the navy and orange face paint as I sat on the stool of my vanity.

I stared up at her as she leaned against my long white vanity table—the bright white bulbs around the large mirror shedding the perfect amount of light onto my face.

"I feel like dressing in a school jersey is enough," I said.

Cher narrowed her eyes, "We're all dressing in jerseys—it's literally jersey night. You need to set yourself apart," she said, continuing to move the small brush against my face. "Besides, you should be wearing Karter's jersey—as a matter of fact, why aren't you?"

I stared forward, Cher did make a good point—even if I didn't necessarily want to wear Karter's jersey.

So why wasn't I wearing it? Why didn't Karter offer?

Normally she would've jumped at the opportunity.

Cher leaned away slightly, "Is something wrong?" she said, her dark eyes analyzing my face slightly.

I shook my head, "No why?"

"Because you look like you're in deep thought," she pointed out, dipping the brush in the navy paint. "Did she not offer you her jersey?" Cher asked as she went back to painting my face.

I blinked a few times, not exactly wanting to say she didn't because it would sound like Karter was wrong for it—when in reality, we're in a fake relationship, so she's not required to really offer me her jersey.

Honestly, the entire thing is overrated anyways.

But even so, I feel like people are going to wonder why I'm not wearing her stupid jersey—why am I wondering why as well?

I cleared my throat, shaking the thoughts away, "I didn't exactly ask... it's too soon anyways."

Cher narrowed her eyes, "It's too soon for you to wear her jersey? Girl be so for real right now," she said, shaking her head. "You're literally her girlfriend, she should've offered it to you."

But I'm not her real girlfriend. 

I shrugged, "It's not a big deal."

"Hmm yeah okay, maybe not right now, but when everybody is giving you crazy looks or asking why you aren't wearing the name Greyson on your back—you'll certainly think it's a big deal," she said, setting the brush down on my vanity.

People's opinions aren't going to matter—they need to mind their business anyways.

Yet, no matter how much I told myself this, I somehow knew their opinions would matter.

—

Cher and I could hear the chanting echoing from the stadium upon exiting her car, which easily transferred an adrenaline rush to both of us.

We had basically spent the entirety of our evening getting ready for this game.

Cher was wearing a navy Montrose jersey which was tucked into her usual Lululemon white tennis skort, while she wore white Balenciaga Triple S sneakers on her feet.

And even if I wasn't dressed in Karter's jersey—I was still in a classic Montrose jersey with ripped jeans and orange Jordan 1's. My face was even painted with a small tiger on one cheek, while my other cheek had #5 written boldly on it, which was Karter's number.

I still was showing plenty of school spirit, I told myself as we walked into the loud stands, but I still couldn't deny how unsecure this all made me feel.