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16: Even More Talking

I sighed as the other team's running back ran another touch down.

"Come on guys, we can do better than this." I muttered.

"Lyn, there's no way we can win. Or even make a decent comeback at this point. But we're the cheerleaders we need to stay preppy." Kassie told me.

I nodded, my eyes still trained on the play.

I watched Caiden go in to tackle, but his head was down and he tackled to high. The other player overpowered him and landed on his right shoulder.

As the play ended he stood up and rolled his shoulder.

It looked injured.

But I'm not sure.

A few plays later the game ended and the people in the stands flooded the field.

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The air was getting harder to breathe. Windows were fogging up, and the room was so full of people.

I left my half empty cup of beer on a table with many other cups and tried to push my way through the crowd.

Although we lost the game, everyone still showed up to the after party. It was at one of the other player's house.

Well more like mansion. The place was massive, it took me half an hour just to find a bathroom.

I had opened many wrong doors, unintentionally walking in on couple hooking up, before finding the right room.

Now I was sufficiently intoxicated and in desperate need of fresh air.

I grabbed on to some random guy's shoulder as I almost tripped over my own feet.

He turned around, and quickly his expression turned from agitated, to a smirk.

"Hey," He grabbed my waist to steady me. "You good?"

I slowly nodded my head, too shocked to say anything.

He was so hot.

His jawline was so sharp it could probably cut my hand if I touched it. He had dark brown hair that stuck up slightly. The light dusting of freckles on his nose gave him a boyish charm. His lips were pink and so fucking kissable.

"How much have you had to drink?" He cocked his head to the side a concerned look on his face.

I shrugged, still unable to form words.

God he was so gorgeous.

I couldn't help myself anymore, I grabbed his face and slammed our lips together.

He heisted at first, but slowly he melted in to it.

It wasn't passionate or lustful. It was sloppy and needy.

His grip tightened on my waist, and I pulled on his hair on the nape of his neck.

As we parted for air he smiled.

"I don't even know you name." He stated.

"Ashlyn." I muttered.