Sidelined (The QB Bad Boy and Me)

Bonus chapter • Dray 1

D R A Y S • P O V

This is from the first chapter when they first interact.

"Heads up!"

It's like watching a train wreck. You want to do something to help but all you can do is watch and wince. The ball spirals through the air and I clench my jaw as it heads straight for the petite blonde about 45 feet away.

When I'm sure it's about to smack her square in the face, she looks up and manages to catch it lightning quick before it breaks her nose. My eyes widen in surprise at the impressive reflexes.

"Sorry!"

I wave my hands, signalling for her to throw it back, but I start jogging forward, knowing it'll only make it half way. She steps back and pulls the ball over her shoulder before she launches it forward and it actually makes it all the way with an impressive amount of force.

A couple of the boys clap and holler at the throw that I can't believe just came from one of our cheerleaders. I'd like to see any one of them handle a ball that isn't made of flesh like that. I watch the girl who we've come to know as cheer pear, strut towards the locker rooms, her hips sway back and forth and I grin at the little scowl on her face when she looks back at us over her shoulder.

She's always had a bit of an attitude. From what I've noticed anyway. We'd all come to accept that she's an introverted loner. But damn, with an arm like that, I can't help but feel my interest peaked at who she is. Call me easily impressed, but your every day cheerleader can't lob a ball with that amount of skill.

"Dray!" Maxon gives me a nod as I head towards my cubby in the locker rooms after practice. "Emily was asking for you outside before."

"Fuck that." I mumble, shoving gears into my gym bag. I can't be bothered hanging around for a shower today. I'll have one when I get home.

"Was that Dallas Bryan?" James shouts from across the room, Maxon and I glance in his direction with confused expressions. "The girl who threw the ball. Cheer pear."

"Oh," I'd almost forgotten she had an actual name. In fact I couldn't even remember who came up with her nickname anymore.

That pear shaped ass though..

"Yeah it was." I shrug, adopting indifference. I didn't need to let them know that I'm curious as hell to find out more about her. I feel a bit pathetic that one non verbal encounter with her has me hung up.

She's different though. That's for damn sure.

"Man, she's fucking hot." Maxon hollers and a few of the boys begin to agree. Before long there's an onslaught of dirty talk happening. What they'd do to her if they had the chance, how they'd have her begging for more. I'm not a saint, I've partaken in the locker room talk on more than one occasion, so it's a bit fucking startling to feel myself closing off. I don't wanna talk that shit about her. Which is weird, because I've done it before and I don't even know her.

"... and you know she's flexible so sh-"

"I'm off." I interrupt Maxon's in depth analysis on how the human anatomy works. "I'll see y'all tomorrow."

I head out to my bike and notice that cheers car is still in the car park. I know it's hers because I've always wondered why she drives such a dinky little thing. I used to imagine her in a girly Audi or something feminine like that. After seeing her throw that ball, I now imagine her driving a big ute or something ballsy.