I Don't Date Stupid ✓

14: "I Don't Want to Get Done for Rape."

A/N at the end if you care where I've been but I'll keep this one short I'm sorry byeee

Thanksgiving. It's finally here. But weirdly Damon and I aren't going to our mom's for dinner, she and Phil have to go to his parents' house. So tomorrow is when we have dinner there.

But at school? It's been chaos. Dexter has been getting the evil eye from literally everyone but that will totally be forgotten as soon as my bruise goes, if not before. Probably after the game tonight actually. He'll re-earn the school's respect after he dazzles them by scoring an all-important touchdown.

Jesse still hasn't apologised but he told me there is actually a valid reason and Blake reassured me it was true and his reason ran deeper than arrogance. And although I'm still pissed, I know better than to ask.

Yet the cafeteria is still buzzing. Everyone's wearing red white and blue, the school colours. (We're very patriotic - I think the principal voted Trump. I think they're quite similar actually).

"I'm so excited to kick Brooklyn High's ass tonight!" Damon shouts, excited. Yet only our table can hear because of the volume of the rest of the cafeteria.

"Come on Blake, give the speech. It's your year!" Roxy says with a grin.

Oh yes, the speech. Every year on Thanksgiving they have the football game to end all football games here at Manhattan High. The famous Manhattan/Brooklyn rivalry, always settled with a game on Thanksgiving. It's even bigger than the Homecoming Game rivalry against a school in the Bronx, I can't remember which - we always win. But against Brooklyn, we win most years but last year we lost when our star quarterback sprained his ankle in the first 10 minutes of gameplay. Tragic.

But there is always a speech made by the captain to the whole school at lunch that day before the team get the day off classes to prepare, even though the game is after school. It's unfair. When we have a lacrosse tournament leaving at 10, we still have to go to morning classes.

Stupid fucking misogynistic Mr Johnson.

"Okay, sure," Blake says reluctantly but I see in his smile that he is excited to give the speech. He stands up on the table and silences the entire school. "Students of Manhattan High..."

That line is way too common at this school. You'll see.

"Today is the motherfucking day!" He shouts eagerly. "And this year we're going to fucking win this thing! Last year isn't going to happen again because I'm the QB." He winks and all the girls scream. "Let's go wolves!" Everyone screams so loudly and all the jocks stand on tables in their letterman jackets shouting with Blake and the student body.

They start to get down from the tables and Damon comes up to me and ruffles my hair. "See you after the game, Katrina."

"Don't count on it," I wink with a smile.

"Whatever you say, Katrina." He rolls his eyes. "I'll see you after the game."

I shake my head at him and laugh. He always could see straight through me.

"Kat?" I turn to see Jack.

"Yeah?"

"Will I see you after the game? I need someone to congratulate me on all my winnings." He has a cocky smile on his face, to which I raise an eyebrow.

"Confident you'll win?" I ask.

He sits down next to me and gets very close to my face. "I'm so confident that I was the one that told Blake to arrange the winning party two weeks ago."

"That's just setting you up for disaster, you've jinxed it! It will be so awkward if you don't win..." This lack of space between us is really getting to me. I can't help but look at his lips. I mean they're right there for god's sake!