After an hour, Hayes and Becca came home.
"Hey!" I yelled to them.
"Hello." They both yelled back.
"How was school?" I asked them.
"Boring." Becca said.
"Fun! Nash and I have a basketball game tonight. He's with Coach right now. He wanted me to tell you. He should be back really quick-" Nash walked through the door. He sat next to me on the couch.
"Hey babe." He told me.
"Hey love." I smiled.
"I want you to come to my game tonight, I'm my jersey, you know, to support me."
"Alright. That'd be fun." I moved over closer to him.
"It starts in an hour. Haha." He said.
"Okay. I'm gonna go get ready."
"I'm coming with." He followed me upstairs. I redid my makeup and re-straightened my hair.
"Need help with that?" He asked me.
"Sure." I handed him the straightener. He was adorable. I saw in the mirror than Becca was in the doorway, taking a picture. I smiled.
"Hayes wants you to show him the backyard when we get back." Becca told me. It startled Nash. He laughed.
"Okay." I replied. Nash finished straightening my hair. I changed my shirt to his jersey with a tank top under it. I looked at him. He was biting his lip.
"Damn, Haley, I might have you wear that more often." I blushed and giggled.
"Thanks." He nodded and picked me up bridal style. He kissed me and I kissed back. He set me on the bed. Things got a little heated when Hayes knocked on the door.
"Am I interrupting something? Because we kind if have to leave." Hayes said. I put the blue and good face paint on my face like sport players and walked downstairs. I slipped on a pair of black flats to contrast with my white skinny jeans and blue and gold jerseys of Nash's. We headed out the door and to the school.
Once we pulled into the school driveway, it hit me. Lindsay is going to be here. Oh well. We walked into the school, hand in hand. I kept my head held high as we walked passed all the snotty preppy girls and guys. They all have me looks but I ignored it. We walked in the gymnasium. I saw Lindsay in her cheer uniform from across the large area.
Nash wrapped his arm across my waist to hold me closer, showing me off. I smiled at what he was doing. Hayes was standing underneath the basket, waiting for Nash. He walked me over to the bleachers and I saw Becca. I gave Nash a kiss and told him good luck before he went stood by Hayes.
"I see your wearing Hayes's jersey." I told Becca.
"I see your wearing Nash's jersey." I replied. she laughed.
The game started and within ten minutes, they were ahead by twelve points. Nash and Hayes each scored 6 each. They were the best players on the team. The others would always pass them the ball. But at the end if this year, Nash, Hayes, Becca, and I graduate. I was excited it was my senior year. I had my future planned out. I already have a job at the vet clinic. I will work there for a year after I graduate, I will have enough money to go to college if I don't get a scholarship, I will graduate college and become a veterinarian.
After a half hour, it was half time. The score was 42- 12. We were in the lead by 30 points. The cheerleaders walked onto the floor. Nash and Hayes walked over to us. They sat down and drank their water bottles while watching the cheer leaders.
The cheerleaders went to do the pyramid and one of the girls fell. I couldn't tell who. The paramedics came and escorted her away. There was blood on the floor. After focusing on all the faces, I realized the person was Lindsay. I felt bad. But at the same time, I didn't.
The game lasted another forty five minutes. We won by a ton of points. 78-16. We beat them all right. I cheered with the crowd as the guys ran around the gym. They were happy. First game of the season and they kicked butt. I was happy. Hayes and Nash walked over to us and hugged Becca and I. Nash was sweaty, but whatever. I hugged him back and congratulated him.
We drove back home after the game and watched tv before making dinner. It was a pretty good night.
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