The Quarterback's Girl

Chapter 2

"Oh my goodness! You will not believe what happened to me yesterday!" Ally, ran up to me in the hallways on the way to my locker.

"What?" I waved at Nate who was by my locker as usual.

"That hot guy from Starbucks? Joshua? He told me he liked my hair!" She squealed. Ally had just gotten an ombre on her red hair. It faded from her bright red to a light blonde.

"Okay," I stopped in the hallway and grabbed her shoulders. "Listen to me. Joshua is drug dealer. He deals drugs. As in bad drugs. And he was in prison for beating his girlfriend with one of her shoes."

"Pfft, you don't know that," She shrugged me off. "Hey Nate!"

"Hey, Ally." He kissed me on the cheek.

"Kay, I got to run. Mr. Johnstone is having a study session before the Trig test." Ally said, already walking quickly down the hall. "Bye, boo!"

"What is she on? How is she always this.. perky?" Nate grinned at me.

"She calls it a gift. I call it coffee and Red Bull." We laughed together.

"So, my brother's frat is throwing an pool party tonight. You in?" Nate's brother was really popular when he was in high school, not because he was the star jock, but because he was nice and charming. His likable charisma led into his college years, and his fraternity was one of the most well known in the state.

"Hell yes! I haven't see Michael in forever."

"That's my girl. I'm going to go ask coach a question about the lineup for the next game. See you at lunch?"

"Yeah, of course." I smiled at him and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Love you."

"You too." He pulled his backpack higher on his shoulder and gave me a fleeting smile.

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"Damn. I want your hair," Alison ran her fingers through my long blonde hair as we were getting ready for the party. "Trade?"

"I'll trade my hair for your boobs." I said as I colored my lips a light rouge with a pink lip pencil.

"Nevermind. I don't want your hair that bad." She laughed and grabbed the pencil from my hand.

"So.. who are you dressing up for tonight?" I smeared water-proof mascara over my eyelashes.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you put on extra makeup and you're wearing a dress that barely covers your butt." I gave her a 'Don't mess with me' look. "Could it be for someone who's name starts with a S and rhymes with Beven?"

"Ugh, Steven? That weirdo is never getting with me." But she had a slight smile on her face that suggested otherwise.

I had on a short pink flare dress that hugged my top and billowed out at the bottom, and put my bikini underneath it. "This party is going to be amazing."

"You're just saying that because you get to fuck Nate."

I slapped her arm and she gave me a dirty look. "It's not just because of that, I also get to see Michael."

"Damn, that boy is fine as fuck. If he was available I'd be all over him. Ready?"

"Yeah, Nate said he's around the block." I put on one more layer of lip liner and studied myself in the mirror.

I heard the front door open and my grandma and Nate talking downstairs.

"You look so handsome Nate! Alice, do you think you should be wearing that dress?" She clucked her tongue at the shortness of Ally's dress as we walked down the stairs.