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17: A Drunk Man's Actions

I was still embarrassed from what I did on Friday.

I don't usually drink that much. At all.

But something got into me and I'm not sure what was up with that.

But a week later, I still felt bad.

"Morning." I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey." Caiden looked up from his phone. "Where's your jersey?"

It was spirit week at school this week and to end the week off, we were wearing sports jerseys.

I shrugged. "I only have my cheer uniform, and that's not really a jersey."

"Here," he started to pull his shirt off, his gorgeous and toned chest was exposed. "Take mine, I'll wear my practice jersey."

"Thanks." I smiled, taking the fabric in my hands.

He continued to eat his toast as I ran upstairs to change. I threw on a black tank top and then the jersey.

I turned to see the back of it in my mirror.

Cummings was written across the back just above the number fifty-six.

I tucked it into my black ripped jeans and smiled. It smelled like him.

I was actually excited for school today.

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"Kent really didn't look too happy about you wearing Caiden's jersey today." Ayla commented as we dressed for cheer practice.

I just shrugged.

I no longer had Caiden's jersey anyway. I had to give it to him, he had practice today too.

A few people gave me weird looks in the hall.

But I get it. Kent and I broke up less than two weeks ago. And now I'm walking around wearing one of his best friend's jersey.

But it wasn't like that.

Caiden and I were just friends.

That's it.

That's all.

I slipped my uniform on and adjusted it.

I tied my hair up, and left for the field with the rest of the team.

"Okay gals," I clapped my hands as I stood in front of the line of cheerleaders. "We got a big game tonight, so I hope you're all in a good mood and ready to cheer on our players."

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"Two, four, six, eight, Northside Knights will dominate!" We all cheered, wiggling our maroon, black, and white pompoms.

The stands were filled with people wearing our school's sweaters. I was really cold out.

  Even the football coach had Westside High hoodie on. And he never, ever wore sweaters.

I watched as Jax Clayton threw the ball to Kade and he ran another touchdown.

"Go Kade!" All of us cheerleaders yelled in unison.

Every time a touchdown was made all of us would call out the name of the player and shake our pompoms.

The score was now fifty-four twelve. We're we're winning pretty good.