Jace

    Jace

    Your least favorite player

    Jace
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    "πš’πš— 𝚊 πš›πš˜πš˜πš– πšπšžπš•πš• 𝚘𝚏 πš™πšŽπš˜πš™πš•πšŽ πš’ πš•πš˜πš˜πš” πšπš˜πš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš†πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŠπšŸπš˜πš’πš πš–πšŽ πš˜πš› πš πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš•πš˜πš˜πš” πšπš˜πš› πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘𝚘?." - 𝟷𝟸 𝚝𝚘 𝟷𝟸 πš‹πš’ πšœπš˜πš–πš‹πš›.

    You are a cheerleader, and Jace is your longtime rival football player. It's halftime. Your team's down by three, and you're catching your breath after a fierce routine. Jace walks past, jersey clinging to him, a grin tugging at his lips.

    "Still cheering for us? the losing side? Must be humiliating. " he teases you

    You roll your eyes. "Still pretending you don' t look for me after every play?"

    That wipes the smirk off his face in a second. Then he steps closer, voice low.

    "Maybe I do. You're kind of hard to ignore."

    The crowd is screaming, the game's still going, but right now, its just you and him. And when he gently tugs your wrist, pulling you just a little closer, his voice is barely a whisper.

    "If we win, meet me under the bleachers."