Back Tucks and Touchdowns

How We Do Us

A week later, Katya was forcing the cheerleaders to play their part as guardian angels for the second, upcoming football game. Unfortunately, Maisy was in no shape to bake for all seven of their assigned football players, so the girls decided to go shopping for their guardian angel gifts.

But, much to Katya's chagrin, the girls were more interested in shopping for themselves instead of their assigned football players.

"Let's go in there!" Jazz exclaimed excitedly, pointing to a shop that was further down the mall. Several bags of clothes were already clutched in her hands, and her black, lacquer hair was pulled up in a high ponytail.

"We're supposed to be shopping for our guardian angel gifts," Katya groaned weakly as she trailed behind Jazz and into the store. Unlike Jazz, Katya had no patience for shopping. (Plus she didn't have the energy for it either. When it came to shopping, Jazz was a force to be reckoned with.)

"I say we make a run for it," Rocky whispered to Katya, when Jazz was distracted by a shirt. It seemed as if she had dragged them into every store possible. Plus, Jazz made them stay until she scoured every available nook and cranny of a store.

Katya glanced at Jazz before turning back to Rocky, a small frown gracing her face. "We could always hide in the fitting room."

Rocky nodded seriously. "Too bad there aren't more of us to distract Jazz. Wait, where is everyone else?"

Katya sighed, trying to recall what the other cheerleaders had told her. "Well Tasha didn't want to come because she was studying for some huge test she has..."

Rocky snorted. "Overachiever. That girl needs a break."

Katya nodded in vague agreement before continuing, "Danica said something about her horoscope warning her not to go out today."

"Oh for god's sake," Rocky grunted while Katya bit her lip. Some part of her was strangely pleased that Danica could not come, which made her feel extremely guilty. Because even though they had made up, it still felt like they were walking on eggshells around each other. Every interaction between them was too polite. Too unsure and unnatural.

Katya ran a hand through her hair, shaking away her thoughts.

"And then Maisy...well I don't think her parents would let her go out on a weekday. Plus she's still upset about her argument with Gwen," Katya finished, with a concerned expression.

Rocky looked equally worried. "Did they break up?"

"I don't think so. But things have been tense between them," Katya answered before migrating to a rack of sweatshirts.

Rocky nodded in understanding before moving to inspect the sweatshirts. Suddenly, Rocky unearthed one with a cat on the front that had fluffy ears on the hood of the sweatshirt. With a wicked smirk, Rocky held it up to Katya's body.

"This is perfect for you," Rocky declared, while Katya batted away the jacket.

"Shut up," Katya retorted, shoving away the jacket.

"Just try it on, Kitty Kat."

"Rocky, no."

"C'mon―"

"Rocky, I swear to god―"

"It'll look cute on you! Would you just listen―?"

"If you don't let go of me right now I will highkick my foot into your a―!"

"Girls!" Jazz interrupted sternly, shooting Rocky and Katya scathing look. Immediately, Rocky released Katya, who managed to wrestle out of the sweatshirt that Rocky was trying to force over her head. Shelly smothered a giggle behind her hand as she watched Katya jerk her head out of one of the arm holes of the sweatshirt.