Close Behind || Aaron Minyard

22

Monday practice ended at eight; Naomi didn't have time to shower if she wanted to catch her ride with the twins, and she needed that ride. She changed out and wiped herself off a lot, stole Allison's perfume, and then jogged out to find the twins waiting for her.

"That's a new record, Kitty," Andrew says as he pushes off the couch.

She ignores him and follows him to his car, Aaron half a step behind her. Naomi got in the back seat with Aaron, neither of them even daring to get in the front door whatever reason.

The ride was in silence because Andrew had cut on some absolute shit music to force them not to speak. Naomi knew he was on edge, on the verge of not allowing them to do this, because of his deal with Aaron. She wouldn't push it by talking.

They pulled up to one of the buildings and Aaron got out first, Naomi stayed for a second and looked at Andrew. "If this is breaking your deal, tell me no."

"Get out and chase after brother dearest," Andrew says with a wave of his hand. "Fifteen minutes early is on time as he always says."

She takes it for what it is and gets out of the car to follow after Aaron, her only saving grace because he knows where to go. The car peels away as soon as she shuts the door.

They walk up to the building and Naomi looks around at other students on campus to see them in varying uniforms of orange and white, she hadn't thought people actually did that. Naomi and Neil had agreed together it was dumb as hell, and she was glad Aaron wasn't wearing his either. Being with him randomly was suspicious enough, but if he was wearing his jersey it would've been too obvious.

The class was a standard lecture hall, or so Naomi thought, Aaron marched for a desk a few rows from the front and Naomi sighed but decided to follow anyway. Sitting in the back row would have been a thousand times better.

"I have some friends in this class so..."

"You have friends?" Naomi asked him, pretending that this was a revaluation.

Aaron glared at her for a few seconds before turning to grab his phone from his pocket and check it. "Yes. Katelyn's in here, she wants to meet you."

"What the fuck?" Naomi asks startled. "Aaron, no. You picked me over her in a deal, there is no way..."

"Aaron! I thought that was you!" Someone says behind them.

Naomi turns around quickly, already hating this whole not being in the back thing, and finds a girl with bright blue eyes and fire red hair. She looks over at Aaron and then back at the girl and chokes out a laugh. Oh, this was so ironic and only she knew it.

"Naomi, shut up," Aaron snaps at her, he looks back at the girl, probably Katelyn, extremely apologetically. "She's deranged, ignore her."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Naomi says, putting a hand over her face to stop laughing. "So this is why Andrew finds it so funny."

The girl pales a little at the name but doesn't change anything else about her. She smiles at Naomi, reaches a hand out and they shake. "You're the newest Fox. I'm Katelyn, I'm a vixen."

"I've heard all about you, Katelyn the Cheerleader."

Aaron jabs her with his elbow and she winces at him. He glares on more time before looking up at Katelyn, ignoring her. "Ignore her, she's new."

They talk for a few minutes before Katelyn goes and sits at the desk across from Aaron and starts getting her stuff out, she takes out a lot of things and Naomi knows she's one of those note takers.

She busies herself with practicing the wrist motion again for a minute or two, letting her mind get completely lost in the repetition of it.

After a second she looks over at Aaron to find him watching her hands completely. She groans a little at him and leans back. "I'm showering next time. We had plenty of time to get here."