“I was going to go with ‘athletic,’ as you like to say.”
“Oh.” She relaxed. “Yeah. One of our guys used to play football in high school, but he’s too short to play at the college level. So, he tried out for the squad last year, and the guy’s a freaking beast. Nobody’s better. He said football’s all about lifting weights, but cheerleading? All about the abs and back.”
I could deal with lifting all day, but inclined sit-ups? Pass. “I gotta ask. If your male teammates are straight, how do you get anything done? They have to be hitting on you non-stop.”
“Other cheerleaders in my squad? Never.” She acted like it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “Think about it like this. The guys are my coworkers. We see each other for hours every day, sometimes when we’re not at our best, because we’re tired, or sick, or frustrated practice isn’t going well. Personalities don’t match, not to mention, it screws up the team dynamic.”
“Okay,” I said. “No dating within your squad. What about outside of it?”
Kayla tensed for a split-second. So fast, I nearly missed it. “Where are you going with this line of questioning, Eighty-Eight?”
Yeah. Where the fuck was I going? We weren’t supposed to talk about exes on a first date; I knew better. Except, I couldn’t kill my curiosity. “I wanna know why you’re single.”
She turned slowly to look at me and her expression was impossible to read. “Why are you single?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, stalling while I came up with an answer. I could give her the standard one that I didn’t have time. Most guys on the team didn’t lock a girl down during the season. But I went with the real reason. “I’m having a great career at Michigan. That makes it hard to tell who’s genuine.” Did she understand what I meant?
“Ah. The football hoes are climbing over each other to get a chance at you.” She smirked. “What a hardship.”
She was teasing, but I was serious. “There was a girl last year who changed her major, trying to get the same classes as me. She failed half of them, but said it was worth it to get to know me.” I shook my head. “I can’t get mixed up in that level of stupid.”
“I should mention, there are lots of smart women at other schools. Like, say, Ohio State.” She batted her eyes dramatically.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
There were a few groans from around us as the home team jammed the ball in for a touchdown, and the shouts from the crowd across from us echoed on the field.
“At least we’ll get a look at their offense now,” she said.
She was silent during the kickoff, but sighed when the first rushing play went nowhere. It hadn’t fooled anyone. She glared at the backs of the coaches standing in front of us.
“Hey,” she said loudly. “Why’d you run that play, coach? You don’t like first downs?”
The coach didn’t turn to look at us, but I covered my grin with my hand. “We’re supposed to be rooting for them.”
“C’mon, Eighty-Eight. I thought you knew I only cheer for winners.”
She’d left herself wide open. “Then, when are you transferring to Michigan?”
Her face twisted. “Why would you say something so vile? I’m all nauseous now. Can we not talk about it? I like to pretend I don’t know.”
“You’re going with the head in the sand approach?” My tone was dubious. Was this why she was so chill? She was just pretending?
The home side let up a big cheer. Unbelievable. The coaching staff had called the same play a second time.
Kayla was up on her feet and against the railing at the edge of the stands, getting as close as she could to the field. “You know there are other plays out there, right?” she said. “You must’ve noticed the other team was running them.”
That caught the coach’s attention. The middle-aged man turned and threw an annoyed look up at her and then did a double-take. He’d probably expected some overly involved mother of a player, not a young spitfire heckling him.
I stood and joined her at the railing, mulling over her comment about pretending my school didn’t exist. It was a huge part of who I was. I practiced and trained at least thirty hours a week. If this thing between us was going somewhere, sooner or later she’d have to deal with it, but I’d do my best to make it easy on her.
“You’re a senior, I’m a senior,” I said. “It’s one season.”
“Just because we graduate, doesn’t mean that school part of our lives stops. I’m always going to be from Ohio State. And you’ll always be from Michigan.” She made a face. “Yuck.”
I rested my hands on the cold railing. “Uh, did you just say yuck?”
Her eyes peered up at mine. “I meant yuck, because I just realized if you go pro, it’ll say that when they show the starting lineup.”
Whoa. I laughed. “Wow. Two really big assumptions there.”
“That you’d go pro?”
“Yeah. And start.” The third assumption, which I left out, was she’d still be paying attention to me in the future. That was a good sign, right?
“Would you go to the NFL? Oh, come on!”
I followed her gaze out onto the field where the players collapsed into a pile. “Are you shitting me?”
They’d called the running play a third time. Could the QB not throw? Were the receivers unable to catch a damn ball? The last two times the running back had rushed straight into a wall, but this time he was tackled for a loss of seven.
“I might have looked up your stats. You’re good.” She sounded embarrassed, but it turned me on. She was interested.
“Would I like to play professional ball?” I said. “Hell, yeah. Will I get drafted? Right now, maybe.”
“But if you had a great season . . .”
I smiled. That was the plan. “And a good showing at the scouting combine wouldn’t hurt, either.” The grueling week-long showcase in February could dramatically improve my stock at the draft.
“Well, I’m not too sorry to say, you’re going to lose at least one game this year.”
“We’ll see in November, won’t we?”
The offense had left, and special teams moved onto the field.
Kayla faked outrage. “You’re not gonna go for it on fourth and seventeen?” she yelled. “You could use your secret play! The law of averages says it should work.”
I chuckled as the inept coach spun around and his body language screamed he’d had enough. “You think you know better, girl?” His hands rested on his hips. He looked proud to put her in her place. “You want to come down here and coach?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, someone’s got to.”
The coach’s mouth fell open. Kayla gripped the railing with both hands and vaulted over it, moving too fast for me to stop her. She dropped down onto the track and marched toward the coach, whose jaw hit the grass.
Well, fuck me. This girl was crazy, and I loved it.
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KAYLA