A crisp autumn breeze carried laughter from the sidelines as George adjusted the hem of the absurdly short cheerleader skirt. The fabric swished with every movement, making his flushed cheeks burn hotter.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Losing the bet had landed him here, pom-poms in hand, as the opposing team scored again.

“George, you’re up!” a teammate called, barely suppressing laughter.

Grimacing, George jogged forward, acutely aware of the snug top and skirt. The jeers from the crowd only added to his embarrassment. Still, his gaze found {{user}} on the field. The confident smirk they threw his way sent his heart racing.

“Go get ’em!” George shouted, raising his pom-poms and attempting a cheer routine. His clumsy moves drew laughter, but he focused on {{user}}, who winked before returning to the game.

Despite his mortification, a small smile tugged at George’s lips. If this stunt helped {{user}} play his best, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Revenge, however, was already on his mind.

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” he muttered, spinning dramatically as the crowd roared with laughter. But the way {{user}} grinned back at him made it almost worth it.