Playing Mr.Varsitys Game

Tonsil Hockey with my Hubby

{chapter one}    Tonsil Hockey with my Hubby
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"Ok girls lets do it one more time then we'll hit the showers." I shout. The girls give me an assortment of groans because we've done this routine probably a thousand times over the course of practice. But this cheer has to be perfect for the game on Friday. "Let's go! 5,6,7,8."
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"Great job girls, same thing tomorrow ok? And bring your game day uniforms for practice." I instruct. "Get some rest, two hour extended practice tomorrow to prep for Friday. Great job today." I say stepping down from the bench in the locker room I was standing on. "Row." I hear a voice echo from  outside the locker room. I grab my bag and slip into my Nikes  and hurry out to see who the voice belongs to.

"Boo" the voice bellows. I spin around because this scared the crap out of me, only to find the quarter back of the California State University foot ball team, the sexiest guy in our school, and also my boyfriend. Blake Harding. He is standing right outside the locker room. I feel his warm hands slither around my bare waist, it's bare because I was only in my sports bra and shorts. His lucky day.

"What are you doing here? Football ended an hour ago?" I ask hugging him back, and going up on my tippy toes to give him a peck on the lips.
"Coach wanted the varsity team to stay longer for conditioning." He sighed, clearly not enjoying his coach right now. He ran his hands through his slightly damp hair droplets of water fell from his head down to the floor, usually I would assume it was sweat but I could smell his shampoo waft from his hair as his hands passed through it.

"You think conditioning is bad? Try having a whole team of girls that don't know a routine and they playoffs are one Friday. And be expecting a  call from a cheer scout that could make or break our chance at State." I sigh plopping my head I his firm chest. He always comforts me even when it's about something that's not in his area of expertise i.e; cheer leading.

"They'll get it don't worry, you guys always do great." He smiles. "And look even greater in those spandex you wear." He winks pulling me in for another kiss. Which if you were wondering I didn't mind at all.

"Woah, Harding you're not suppose to be in the girls locker room. And speaking of rooms why don't you two get one." Coach Maddy said, she is the girls soccer coach and in my opinion a total bitch.

"This is a room." Blake sasses back and continues to lock lips with me. I feel his lips curl into a smirk beneath mine. Maddy just sighs and goes into her office to do whatever soccer coaches do.

"Need a ride?"He asks as we walk out of the locker room and into the parking lot. Blake always drives his red Corvette everywhere, even a block down from the building his dorm is located in. I prefer to walk every where I can because it's good exercise and gas is expensive as hell in California.

"My dorm is a block away Blake, I'll walk." I chuckle. He glances to the car and then back at me and again at the car, he has a devilish look in his eyes and before I know it I'm sitting in the passenger seat of his car.
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"Thanks for the ride babe." I say getting out of his car.  He said he was just going to drive me home but we ended up stopping at Panda Express and then Polars, the best frozen yogurt place in town.

"No problem Row." He gets out of his car and walk over to my side to say goodnight. When he approaches me we lace our hands together.

"Thanks for dinner." I say softly looking up at his face. I have to look up because I am only 5'3 and he is 6'1. So he litterally wouldn't be able to see me if I didn't look up.

"My treat." He replies with a smile and leans down to kiss me. We are happily making out on the side of his car when I hear the one and only Kirsten Hastings. Aka my best friend aka my roommate.