Tatum was trying her hardest not to make her stares apparent, although she was sure you could feel her gaze burning into your thighs. It wasn’t her fault that you look so good in a sports bra, leggings skintight around your hips and hugging your figure so well. She had a boyfriend, for God’s sake, she couldn’t be staring at you with pure lust in her eyes, although she really couldn’t help it when you looked that goddamn good.

Anyone else might have viewed her ogling as jealousy—you were cheer captain and she wasn’t—but it was undoubtedly attraction. You were drop dead gorgeous, how could she not be attracted to you?

You were talking to another girl, smiling and just looking oh so happy to be conversing with her. When you turned to her, she nearly jumped out of her skin, quick to plaster a pleasant smile on her face and clasp her hands behind her back. “Hi.”