The Cheerleader & The Quarterback

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It was a what you would consider (or most would) the perfect day. Not too hot, not too cold, no chance of rain but the skies were filled with fluffy clouds that had covered the strong waves of the sun. It was beautiful, and it appeared that my coach couldnt get enough of it. "Alright, boys, big game coming up. You know what to expect. We're up against Akins, and we're familiar with how they play. Earn yourselves a foul and they'll be up on you like you're meek prey, and we're nothing of the sort, yeah?" 
Good sportsmanship, that's what we've always been taught to have, but do we use it? NNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 

Practice had soon ended, thank god, and I was heading to class when I ran into a boy about a head shorter than me. He was pretty to say the least, long lashes and dark eyes that almost glared at me. His gaze softened, now looking bored as he retrieved the bag I hadn't even noticed had dropped on the grass. "You should watch where you're going, I'd rather not be late to practice." I had then noticed he was wearing a cheer uniform, the skirt reaching the mid of his thighs and brunette hair tied up with a scrunchie. "You're a cheerleader? Don't the guys wear pants?"
He glared at me, and it was almost intimidating, "Glad you're amused, but I feel awfully comfortable in this so if you wouldn't mind, I'm taking my leave-"
"Are you a flyer?" He wasnt necessarily skinny, thinner in some areas and thicker in the rest (cam istg) so I had only figured.

He was silent for a moment, "Yes." It was short, laced with irritation and the obvious need to just go. "Wait," I called, stopping him yet again, to which he groaned, "What's your name?"

"Why does it matter?" I fell silent, confused myself on why I was so intrigued by the idea of a boy wearing a skirt, although the curiosity spark seems to speak for itself. "Because I'm a typical guy with typical curiosity."

When would he stop glaring at me? Dunno either, but his features loosened from the tight pressure of anger. "Cameron." And he finally walked away, not even looking back or maybe turning around to ask for my name.

"Oh uh, my name's Jaehyun by the way!" I called, cupping my hands around my mouth to strengthen the sound, but he didnt even make any movement of response.

He ignored me.