𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
in which the cliché of the star basketball player and captain of the cheer squad becomes a reality
𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜
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𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐭, bags slung over their shoulders and iced coffees in hand.
"Oh, hey, what did Lucas say about you, uh, not picking him for the draft?" Haley asked Brooke, struggling to keep up with Brooke's brisk pace.
"Not much... mostly because I haven't told him yet," Brooke admitted with a sigh. She glanced sideways, gauging Haley's reaction. "You didn't say anything, did you?"
"Nope, I haven't said a word," Haley replied, shaking her head.
Brooke sighed in relief. "Good. Oh! Did I mention that my designs were a total hit with the corporate big-shots over at Suburban Filth? They might actually pick them up for a fashion line!"
"Brooke, that's amazing!" Emiliana beamed. "You're totally gonna be the next Donatella Versace."
"Ugh, hopefully with better plastic surgery," Brooke grimaced, making the girls laugh.
But as they walked closer to the school courtyard, Emiliana's smile dropped when she noticed Peyton sitting with Rachel, laughing and seeming genuinely entertained. Brooke's smile faded too.
"What is she doing talking to that troll?" Emiliana huffed, her eyes narrowing.
"By troll, do you mean Peyton?" Haley scoffed.
Brooke and Emiliana exchanged a look, nodding in silent agreement before storming over to where Peyton, Rachel, and a few others from the squad were sitting.
"Hi, backstabbing supposed-to-be-best-friend," Emiliana greeted Peyton in a mockingly cheerful tone.
Peyton looked up, matching Emiliana's sarcasm with her own. "Hi, forgot-to-say-good-morning Miss Grouch-a-lot."
Rachel laughed, standing up with a smug smile. "I'm outta here, over-possessive-best-friends-with-weird-lesbian-energy. And Haley." Emiliana shot her an irritated glare, but Rachel just shrugged it off.
At that moment, Tim and a few other guys—Nathan, Lucas, and Austin among them—strolled over, grinning like they'd just won the lottery.
"Lay us or trade us!" Tim announced, throwing his arms wide as though he were some kind of prize.
"What on earth are you babbling about, Dim?" Emiliana rolled her eyes.
"The boy draft," Tim replied. "We know you girls got together and drafted us to be your little love dolls, so... we just wanna know the results."
"It was a fantasy draft, Tim," Emiliana shot back. "You know, like the fantasies you have about Nathan—not real."
Tim just grinned. "Whatever. So... dates, tonight. You pay."
