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“Ashley...” Mia holds my wrist.

“Mia, it’s not fine. She’s talking to you like shit.”

“Don’t show up if you can show out,” the redhead chuckles in my face.

“Mia, I will break her fucking nose if you don’t tell fire crotch to watch her mouth.” I smirk as I see Mia’s eyes widen from beside me. I take a step forward and square my shoulders. “Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to me because I… Am not the one.”

“There are plenty of girls who want this spot, Ashley,” she rolls her eyes. “I’ve seen your skills and they’re sloppy at best. Withsome training and some control, you could be great. A second to Mia,” she shrugs. There’s absolutely no conviction in her words. She’s saying this because she wants to win. And to win competitions, you need to have the best team put together.

“What a backhanded compliment,” I huff.

“Ginger, please, it’s my fault.” Mia takes the blame for nothing. I’m not taking this shit from her. I’ll find another way. Bending down I grab my backpack and place it over one shoulder.

“Ashley.” Mia grabs my wrist, looking up at me with pleading eyes and God, fucking damn it I’m a sucker for begging. “Please?”

“You have five minutes to make your decision, Ashley. After that, get the fuck off my field.” Fire crotch spins on her heel, her ginger hair almost hitting me in the face as she does. The things I fucking do for you, Maisy. I curse myself.

“She’s trying out, Ginger. Just… give us a sec,” Mia smiles, pulling me a little from the group. “Ashley, please. This would be so much fun for you, for us.”

“Mia,” pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “I swear to god if this fucks up my classes or-”

Mia jumps up and down smiling. “It won’t I promise.” She begins clapping furiously. The excitement seeping out of her pores as she finally stops jumping. The moment I pull on my cycle shorts, she grabs the hem of my skirt and yanks it down while I pull my top over my head.

“Let’s go eat after,” I wink at her. “You’re buying,” I point. Mainly because I know this is going to be gruelling and I just can’t be fucking assed.

I don’t even make it a few steps as all the football players bound onto the pitch for practice.

“Who’s the new girl, Mia?” One of them calls.

“Nobody that’s interested in you, Marcus. Trust me,” Mia calls back over her shoulder.

“Don’t have to be interested in someone to fuck them,” he calls.

“Are all the guys here like this?” I don’t look at Mia when I ask the question. I watch Marcus walk backwards with a smug look on his face. A look that screams out to the world ‘I’m a total cocksucker.’

“He does it to all the girls unfortunately.” Mia stands next to me crossing her arms. “Just ignore him.”

“No.” Maybe teaching him a little lesson will help him make better decisions in the future. “No, I don’t want to.” The humour that weaves through his voice makes my throat fill with lava. I swing round on my heel with the perfect idea springing to mind. I pace over to him in the sexiest way I can muster up. Swaying my hips from side to side. I ignore as the one aptly called Ginger calls my name.

However, the best part of selective hearing is that, if I want to ignore people who talk to me, I can. It’s like asshole day at the park and I’ve been waiting for someone to piss me off.

“Marcus, right?” I know men like him, and they love easy women. I glide my eyes down the entire length of his body, taking in every single aspect of his frame. Sizing him up specifically to see if what I want to do, can be done. The moment my eyeline meets his dick, I grin. Looking up at him I bite my lip.

“See something you like?” he chuckles.

“Actually, I do.” I step closer to him, pressing both palms to his chest as he watches me like a hawk. “Always remember to wear your groin guard,” I whisper seductively. Why are football players so cocky?

“Speak a little louder I can’t-” I don’t give him a second to finish before I raise my knee between his legs, crying out as he hits the deck. Crouching down to his level, I watch as he rolls in pain, both hands cupped between his legs, crying out like a little bitch.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on earth, and we had to repopulate the world!” All the other players burst outlaughing as I walk backwards, lifting both my hands and flipping him off. Turning back to the rest of the cheer team, I notice they’re all holding their stomachs and laughing hysterically.

All except the captain. This is a means to a perfect ending. Mia is the only one standing there with her mouth agape. If she’s not careful she’ll end up catching flies. Walking over to Mia, I place my hand gently under her chin and push up, closing her mouth as she stares at me. Throwing a quick wink her way, I turn to face the team and paint my face with the perfect smile. Again.

“I’m ready when you are,” I announce. Making my way to the front of the line as all the girls take their places. Still laughing under their breath as Ginger begins to shout orders.

Ashley

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