❝ it's affection always, you're gonna see it someday. my attention for you, even if it's not what you need❞
𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 a cheerleader and a football who have hated each other for years, get less annoyed of each other
started. 11.25.23
ended.
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"IF YOU KEEP ROLLING YOUR eyes they're gonna get stuck like that." irene muttered to blair as they faced the field cheering.
"i hope they do, that way i'll never have to see dylan hoffman's face again." blair said. irene just sighed, shaking her head.
one of the players on the opposing team had the ball, and one of them threw it across the field to the other.
he failed to catch it, and the ball fell onto the grass. the crowed oh'd loudly and then one of the student section chants started.
"butterfingers! butterfingers!" they yelled, clapping after every word.
blair just looked in the crowd, blankfaced and she knew her coach was going to kill her for looking bored.
the stands looked pretty cool she had to admit, everyone was decked out in red and white. there wasn't another color in sight.
people wore beards, and had powder or spray paint on their skin and in their hair. as much as blair didn't want to be there she loved how much pep her school had. and she couldn't help but smile.
"oh my gosh, they're putting dylan in. my man." blair heard the cheerleader next to her say. "im gonna cheer so loud for him."
blair rolled her eyes once more, and then they landed on number 22, the boy she did not want to be looking at.
dylan put his mouth guard in, and then looked over at the stands.
blair hated him, but she couldn't deny how good dylan looked. his eyeblack was on his cheeks, making his brown eyes pop.
he was securing the helmet on his head, walking to his position.
"b, you're drooling." irene said from in front of blair. blair shot daggers into her friends face, turning around to face the crowd.
"rowdy cheer, 5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8-"
"r! o! w! d! y!" the cheerleaders yelled, doing the choreography that went with the cheer.
"lets get!" they yelled, "lets get!" the student section echoed.
"rowdy!"
"rowdy!"
"wolves, lets get rowdy, 1, 2, 3, 4!" the cheerleaders yelled again, doing a stupid freestyle dance move.
"5,6,7,8 we're getting rowdy!"
"now we're ready!" the cheerleaders and student section both said. then the cheerleaders did a wave, jump, or kick while cheering to end the cheer.
blair quickly turned to the field after, her fake smile dropping to the mean mug she's had on her face.
