LisTEN, the Neighbourhood is a really good band and not one of their songs is bad.
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"Why aren't you a cheerleader, then you could cheer him on." Y/f/n walked with you back to your seats in the student section, which was always packed on Friday nights.
"Because then I wouldn't be able to watch my favorite boy play. I would have to focus on cheering." You waved at all the people who smiled or said hi to you, even if you didn't know them.
Being the quarterbacks girlfriend, many people knew who you were. Ethan would always be with you anywhere you two went, never afraid to show you off.
The kickoff was in five minutes, and you skimmed your eyes over the football players, looking for number eight. You found him, looking directly at you.
You blushed and smiled before showing a rock and roll symbol and sticking out your tongue, like you always did before the game started.
The coach called him, but Ethan didn't leave, instead he stared at you for a couple more seconds, admiring your beauty and thinking about how much he loves you.
The game quickly started, making everybody in the packed stands avert their eyes to the field. Your eyes never left Ethan, always shouting for him, along with everyone else in the crowd.
The score was 16-10 by halftime, your team winning. You watched Ethan leave the field, getting a break from the adrenaline that coursed through his veins.
You watched the halftime shows, laughing and screaming with your friends around you. When they were all finished, there was still ten minutes left.
You took a group of friends and went to the concession. You weren't really hungry, but boy were you thirsty. (For some dick) you got a water and waited for your other friends.
You heard loud shouts and conversations and turned your head to see a group of rowdy boys coming your way. They wore shirts representing the opposite team, which made sense since you'd never seen them before.
They got in line behind you and your friends, their eyes moving up and down your body. You didn't pay attention to them, but instead continued talking to your friends.
You suddenly felt a hand brush your waist, making you whip your head around to see a guy liking his lips.
"Excuse me?" You stood back, giving him a shocked expression.
"Of course babygirl." You scoffed at his response and turned back around, very uncomfortable.
You then felt a hand touch your ass.
"What the fuck!" You and your friends turned around to see the group of boys laughing.
"Listen babe, I'm just trying to get a piece of that cake." The ignorant boy with whiffed blonde hair rubbed his hands together, pointing them to your body.
"Well listen, babe, I'm NOT trying to get sexually assaulted by some douche bags tonight." You smiled sarcastically.
"Please, you'll be in my bed tonight with Niagara Falls between your legs." He leaned his head down to yours.
Some friends of Ethan's overheard the boy talking to you, including Grayson, and decided to step in.
