𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 (PAUSED UNTIL EDITS ARE COMPLETE)

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(Theo POV)

I wonder where November is right now.

I currently have a free period so I and a few guys on the team went out to the football field. I don't really hang out with them much, it's not that I don't like them, we just don't click. But I do need the extra practice.

When we walked through the double doors to head outside, I see the field already set up for cheer tryouts.

 
Man, I would KILL to see November in that tight-ass cheer uniform, but she doesn't look like the type. All the cheerleaders I know are either girls trying to please their high school peaked mothers or girls who are on the road to becoming high school peaked mothers. 

"Dude, you see the new girl?" Michael asks, pulling his long into a bun in the back of his head.

"Yea man, she gotta ass on her. I ain't one to fuck and duck, but damn I wanna tap that" Luke exclaims as he starts to throw me the ball.

"Fucking perv." I laugh, catching it with ease.
"You mean to tell me you haven't thought of that". He questions. Now c'mon I have a lot of thoughts about that girl.

"I didn't say that, I just don't voice the things I would want to do to her out loud, like you dipshits," I answer. Throwing the ball back a little harder.
"Yeah okay." They laugh.
After a few more catches we go through some plays and head back in.

I see Hope out on the other side as I'm walking, I would go over but I'm not in the mood for prissy pink princesses right now. 

In the locker room, I change back into my clothes, my letterman jacket, and my khaki cargo pants are becoming my go-to for a simple day. On the other side of the lockers, I hear some squander about the new girl. Some things said I don't even want to repeat in my head, others are wholesome, which then get shut down but the not-so-wholesome ones. Do these animals know how to keep it in their heads, and their pants? I know these guys and some of them have girlfriends. 

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          After School

"Alright boys, huddle up, I want 9 laps around the track then, I want Blue to demonstrate the heel jumps." Coach just calls
I've been playing football since I was 7 so I learned not to complain.
Believe it or not but this is a slow day since there are cheer tryouts. I don't want to run laps but this beats getting benched for the rest of the season. Even though I am the captain of the team coach won't hesitate to bench my ass. 

Football has been my life for as long as I can remember. After my father died I felt like the only way I can connect to him, is through the game. So no matter how tough coach is I'll be tougher. 

During my 4th lap, I see the cheerleaders and tryouts coming outside. I don't really pay attention to tryouts but I did today because 𝘚𝘩𝘦 was there.
Fuck.
I almost tripped over the air when I saw November in those tight-ass shorts.
How the hell am I supposed to play football with a hard-on?

"Blue! Stop being a pervert and finish your laps." Coach yells from across the field.

"Y-Yes coach."

This is gonna be one long-ass practice.

* * *

Truth to my words that was one long-ass practice. I mean November was fucking killing it, I didn't even know people could move like that. Of course, I've seen girls cheer before, guys too, but that was some intense ass shit. If I was the team captain I would've put her on the team as soon as she did that flip-tuck thing. Or that spinny-in-the-air tuck thing. Hell, all the tuck things. 

As I'm walking off the field to head to the showers I see Hope running up to me.

"Hey, babe did you see the tryouts?" She asks interlocking her hand with mine. 

"Uhm no, not really I was busy focusing on my practice," I answer not really showing any interest in the conversation. Mentally patted me on the back for that one, I'm a damn good liar. And plus my aspiring hard-on went down when Micheal bent over and the crack of his ass peaked out, it took everything in me not to though a quarter in that slot machine.

"Oh well, we've pretty much got everyone picked out for the squad. It was easy though it's just everyone from last year and like one new girl." She states

I can't help but wonder if the new girl she's talking about is November.
"What about November, did she make it?" I ask. Her blue eyes stare at me in confusion. "
Who?"
"You know she's about 5'8, long hair, had on the blue Nike shorts with the purple Adidas tank top. Had a brown scrunchie in her hair." She looks at me like I just recited the constitution by heart.
"I thought you didn't pay attention to the practice." She says, I can't help but see the flash of hurt behind her eyes but it left as soon as it came.
"I wasn't but anyone who looked, even for a second would know all those things." I laugh.
Right?
"Uh huh...,but I know who you're talking about and no she didn't make it." She says, putting her blonde hair in a ponytail. She reaches for my hand again and I take it, not caring.

What the hell, why didn't she make it, her routine looked absolutely fucking flawless.
"Put her on the team," I demand, removing my hand from hers. She looks down at our once-interlocked fingers and then back up at me.

"What why!? Why do you care?" She questions looking at me once again, in confusion and what seems like anger.
"What did I tell you about questioning me, put her on damn the team, take whatever other newbie you have, and get her off. That's final." I walk off and head to the showers. Not giving Hope the chance to respond to me. November deserves to be on that team, period.

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