Andy despised cheerleaders. His opinion on them being utterly worthless and distracting was no secret. The way they flailed around and practically begged for attention irked Andy. It was his soccer game. Not theirs and their stupid little pom poms.

However, there was not one of those preppy little cheerleaders he despised greater than you.

Being the captain of the cheer team was a big role to hold. You had a lot of responsibilities. Andy saw that as you thinking you were somehow better than everyone else.

You didn’t, obviously. Perhaps Andy was just looking for reasons to hate you. He looked for any reason to hate you, really.

The way your mini skirt swayed with you when you walk. The way your hair bounces in the cute little ponytail you had it pulled up in. The way your voice slowly grew more impatient as you tried to hand the water to him…

“Hello? Your coach asked me to bring this to you.”

You spoke again, finally snapping Andy out of his trance. He takes the water from you roughly as if trying to prove something to himself. Andy speaks before you could turn away, his tone holding and underlying sense of sarcasm.

“Is that js’ your excuse to talk to me?”