// listen to backseat serenade by atl during the second part of this chapter because !!!!!! //
It was the night of the big game, and it seemed the entire school had crammed themselves into the bleachers to support their team; so far the chants had been deafening, the amount of hotdogs eaten was ridiculous, and Ridgemount High were winning 3-2.
With all of her concentration being focused on not dropping any of the three drinks she was carrying, the sound of Ava's voice being called as she made it up the steps to where her two friends were sat (Hanna and Tom, who were actually quite big football fans) threw her off, and she grimaced as she jerked her head up and felt the Diet Coke splash over the edge of the plastic cups.
Scott Thomas, of all people, was making his way towards her, a smile on his face. He stopped one step ahead of her, and Ava inwardly groaned as she glanced to her friends and saw Michael, Calum and Ashton had joined them too (although Ashton was more interested in Ava and Scott than anyone else).
"I tried calling you the other day," Scott spoke, recapturing her attention. She drew her eyes back to him, and she had to crane her neck slightly because the extra step seemed to make him three foot taller. "It didn't go through."
"Oh," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I, uh, I might have given you my old number by accident. Sorry."
"Are you with Ashton Irwin, now?" Scott asked, and Ava was wondering what to answer with; her and Ashton's 'status' had been left unofficial - they weren't in a relationship, but they weren't seeing other people, either.
"Nope," she shook her head after a few moments of internal debate. "We're just friends."
Who kiss a lot.
"So he won't mind if I take you out tonight, then?"
Shit.
If ever there was a time Ava should have lied, it was 3 seconds ago.
"Tonight?" Ava asked, trying to stall as much as possible so she wouldn't have to answer him.
"Yeah, you're not doing anything after the game, are you?" Scott pressed, and Ava wanted to punch herself because she couldn't think of an excuse fast enough.
She dumbly shook her head, and Scott's smile turned smug, "I'll meet you by the main gates." He leant forward, his hand brushing her waist as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, "don't be late."
His shoulder brushed against hers as he continued down the stairs, saying hello to a few of the people he recognised that were sat nearby. Ava reached her friends and, after handing them their drinks, took a seat next to Ashton (which was conveniently the only one left).
He didn't speak for all of two seconds, and Ava hoped he hadn't seen her and Scott's little interaction.
"What did he want?"
"Hm?" Ava raised her eyebrows, although she'd heard what he said and was trying to give herself an extra few seconds to think of a way to phrase it that didn't make it sound as bad.
"Scott," Ashton repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. "What did he want?"
"He asked me out tonight," Ava answered, although she took a drink straight afterwards and hoped he hadn't heard.
"Obviously you said no," Ashton scoffed, and when Ava didn't reply he groaned and threw his head back. "You said yes?"
"I couldn't think of an excuse!" She whined, dropping her head on his shoulder in defeat as she made a half-assed attempt to watched the game.
