growing up, you were a huge football fan. like— if you were a guy, you probably would’ve tried out. it was mainly due to your dad’s love for it, but you picked it up too.

so you did the only sport that could make you feel like you were connected to football, which was cheer. you over the years, had loved cheering, and even had become the captain.

plus, you’re football team had won state two years in a row.

mainly due to russel mcallan. even if you hated to admit it, russ was insanely good at football and pretty much carried your team.

plus he was a 5 star recruit.

so yeah, he was really good, but to you? he was the boy who you’ve grown up since kindergarten. sure— you had a crush on him a few times through elementary school, but in the middle of your middle school years, you got over it quickly.

ever since he became a phenomenon in football, he changed. he had an ego higher than anything you had ever seen, he didn’t care what he said to anyone, but people still treated him like a god figure.

and by high school, you pretty much shut him out, unless you couldn’t at all.

for example, you’re english teacher paired the two of you for a project. he was super smart, but never tried because he didn’t have to. so, you had the mindset of getting it done yourself.

anyways, you’re in the middle of your cheer practice— teaching some of the new freshman some cheers before the first game against your rivals on friday.

while you were in a water break, your best friend, peyton mayfield, walks over to you.

“hey, why is russ here?”

you look over to where she’s pointing, just to see russ leaning against the bleachers.

seriously? ruining a cheer practice?

you tried to ignore it and go back to cheering, but none of the girls would focus with the football star being there, so finally— you walked over to him.

he had his usual smirk on his face, that slightly faltered when he saw your glare. no one glared at him— but you glaring at him was new.

“you don’t look happy.”

you huff, “why are you here? im in the middle of practice.”

he looks behind you, waving at some of your teammates before looking back down at you.

“when are you free? we need to work on the project.”