Page 16 of The Stallion
“And they say a serving of French fries is fifteen, yet you eat them as if there was a potato shortage.”
“Are you seriously comparing your caffeine addiction to French fries?”
“If it gets my point across—” Asher batted her lashes at me, her expression as sweet as sugar and enough to give you diabetes. “Did it?… Get my point across?”
“Girl, what the hell am I going to do with you…” I chuckled, biting the tip of my tongue and shaking my head.
“Feed me, love me, grant me copious amounts of Celsius, and—who the fuck is that?!”
My gaze followed the direction of her wide-eyed expression, mine almost a complete mirror to hers as my lips parted, and I found myself staring a little too intently.
Who the fuck is that, indeed…
Just as we had cleared the grass and were strolling across the running track that wrapped around the entire field, a gorgeous man stepped into our line of sight, and we froze dead in our tracks.
“Connor Harrison,” Tahlia whispered over our shoulders with smug glee. “Arizona-U’s newest quarterback.”
“I’m sorry, who?” Asher interjected, turning her head and arching her brow at Tahlia. “How do you know who he is?”
“Because I’m the cheer captain, and one of the perks of the title is meeting all the new players inevery position,” Tahlia emphasized the last two words, insinuating everything she wasn’t saying.
Everyone knew she was the team slut, and because we always managed to place in the top three, no one cared about herextracurricularactivities. She was always up to something—or under someone.
Asher and I were carelessly shoved aside as Tahlia strutted her ass toward Connor, her hips and ponytail swaying with every overly exaggerated step.
“You know… I like her—but she has a problem.” Asher pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger.
She rested the other hand on her hip, tilting her head to the side as if a better angle would give her more clarity.
“We all have our vices, Ash. Just because hers is standing six-five and yours comes in a six-inch can doesn’t make them any different.”
“I can’t believe you’re encouraging—” She gestured a hand at Tahlia’s perfectly tanned backside as she stopped in front of theattractive football player. Most likely planning their next inappropriate rendezvous. “That.”
“Oh, I’m not—just like I’m notencouragingyou to slip something into her locker later this week.”
If there was one thing I had learned over my many years on an All-Star cheer team, it was that the competitive world was cutthroat, and to survive it, you needed to break a few rules—roll a few heads.
“You devious little bitch. I knew I liked you.”
“You’ve always liked me, Ash.”
“Yeah, but now I like you even more.”
Asher bumped my arm with her elbow, and with a sarcastic roll of my eyes, I turned us in the opposite direction of the two fuck buddies and steered us toward the gated exit through the center of the grandstands.
I couldn’t resist the broad smile that pulled so hard across my face it made my cheeks hurt.
I don’t know what I’d do without my best friend.
Spiritnightwastheone night every year that resembled a homecoming for All-Star competitive cheer teams.
I only ever went because Asher had this weird obsession with hooking up with the male cheerleaders of rival squads.I swear she got off on the drama she created by doing so, too.
“Beer!” Asher shouted over “Toxic” by Britney Spears, excitedly holding up two red solo cups as the music blared throughout the mansion-sized house.
This specific type of party was usually held in one of the banquet halls of a nearby event venue, but due to conflicts with the last one, we were now being hosted by one of the campus fraternities instead.
I didn’t mind the sudden change in atmosphere. It was cozy partying in a mansion-sized frat house with rooms to hide or fuck around in—not that I had intended on doing so… Asher, on the other hand—
