1 Chapter 1

I stood on my tippy-toes, peering over Stalani's shoulder. His phone flicker with many colors as music pulsed from the speaker. Every so often I would catch a glimpse smiling faces or slate faces.

Stalani laughed as he watched a girl begin to twerk on the ground. I rolled my eyes and pushed away from his back.

"Aw, is Day jealous?" He asked me, teasingly.

I laughed as I walked over to pick up my phone from his desk.

"Day, I'm all yours. You just gotta let me know." He said, grinning.

My cheeks grew hot, causing me to look down at my phone. I scrolled through Instagram, not paying attention to the videos or posts. A heavy arm wrapped around my shoulder, making me tense.

"Now, Day, are you embarrassed by my words?" He whispered in my ear.

I turned my face away from him. He laughed as he placed a kiss on my shoulder.

"Sometimes I think you forget I'm gay." He said, laughing, pushing me away.

"Just because you're gay, doesn't mean that you're not a whole ass grown man. Now, would you quit teasing me?" I said, glaring at him.

"Oh, are you saying that you have dirty thoughts about me?" He asked, causing me to choke on air.

"N-No, I'm saying that my straight woman body reacts to your gay man body." I said, my face growing hotter with each word.

"Are you saying I turn you on?" He asked me, raising a eyebrow.

"For a gay guy, you're really concerned about a woman's attraction to you." I said.

He closed his mouth and narrowed his eyes at me. Then his lips turned up and he began to laugh.

"You're so easy to tease, Day." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck off, Lani." I said, giving him the bird.

He blew me a kiss as he turned and walked down the other end of the hall. I sighed as I made my way to seventh period. When I walked in, I scanned the classroom, looking for a certain face.

"That bitch." I mumbled as I walked to my seat.

I fell into my chair and brushed a strand of hair from my face. I pulled out my notebook from my book bag and opened it. As I waited for the bell to ring, I doodled random designs on the sides of my paper.

A loud bang caused me to jump and jerk my pen across the paper, causing a rogue line. My grit my teeth as I looked up. There stood a substitute teacher with a bright smile on her face.

"Glad to see everyone is psyched for this class." She said, seeming bubbly.

I rolled my eyes and went back to finishing my sketch. After a few minutes the teacher says my name.

"Day Banister." She said.

I snapped my head up, confused.

"Day Banister? Is she here?" The teacher asked again.

"Oh, sorry. Yes, I'm here." I said, but she went to the next name before I could finish.

I studied her appearance for a mintue. She wore her blond hair short in a pixie cut. She had dark, warm eyes. She was well-kept and wore a simple blouse with khaki capris.

Something about her seemed off. I couldn't figure out what was exactly off putting about her though. I continued to study her as she went to instruct the class. Then she turned at some point and our eyes connected. They flashed a blue color, making my eyes dart back to my paper.

When the bell finally rang, I quickly packed up my things and rushed from the classroom. I walked to the main gym and went into the locker rooms. I stripped out of my current jeans and sweater. I pulled on black leggings and a white tank top. Then, I pulled on my Nikes and walked out of the locker room.

By now, most of the girls had entered the gym and were walking to the locker room. I glance at my watch, then I took off running around the gym. After a mintue or so, the other girls began to join me.

After ten mintues, I slowed down and did a cool down lap. I walked over to circle in the center of the gym. After the other girls finish, Marcy, the team captian, walks to the center of the circle. She leads us through all the stretches.

By the time we had finished, the coaches have arrived. We lined up in front of them, waiting for their instructions.

Mr. and Mrs. Bodman are the cheer coaches at Westford High. They are a middle aged couple, who bonded over their love for cheer. They make sure to tell us their love story at the beginning of every season.

"Today we will be working on our newest move." Said Mr. Bodman.

"We have decided that Lisa and Day will be the flyers." Said Mrs. Bodman.

The name sent a chill down my spine. I narrowed my eyes and looked to Lisa. She smirked at me and winked. I knew that this would never work.

After Mrs. Bodman finished explaining everyone's positions, everyone took their places. I walked to the front, where four girls stood, waiting for me.

I stood in front of them as I waited for our part to come on.

The girls grabbed me around my waist and threw me up in the air. I stretched out my body to dive into the other girls, but something yanked a hold of my arm. I fell against the ground, causing a shock to course through out my body.

I pushed myself up on to my knees and looked for the culprit. Lisa grinned at me, telling me that it was her. I gritted my teeth as I rose to my feet. She turnt her back to me.

Mr. Bodman began to count off again, so I walked back to my original spot. Then one again, the girls grabbed my waist and threw me into the air. I stretched out my body, but this time something rammed into my ribs.

I fell against the ground, gasping for air. Everyone was asking me if I was okay, but I couldn't focus on anything other than Lisa. She stood a few feet away, snickering. I stood up and stalked towards her.

She raised a eyebrow, daring me to do something. I clenched my jaw as I swung on her. My fist connected with mouth, making her squeal. She looked at me, bewildered.

Then her face scrunched up and she lunged towards me. Her nails caught my chin, but several girls pulled her back. I went to lunge at her, but I was yanked backwards.

"BANISTER! NIXON! BOTH OF YOU GO HOME NOW! WE'LL DEAL WITH YOU GUYS TOMORROW." Mrs. Bodman shouted.

I glared at Lisa, who was glaring back at me. I saw a trickle of blood on her lip. I grinned at the sight, making her eyes turn to razors desperate to slice me. I pulled away from the girls, who held me. I walked into the locker room and grabbed my bag.

I walked from the locker room and out of the gym, where Lisa was trying to explain herself. I already knew they would be in favor of her, because of her engagement with the Mayor's son. I walked outside and saw that Stalani was already waiting for me. I walked over to his car and got in.

"Why are you already done with baseball practice?" I asked him.

He chuckled, then shrugged.

"I didn't feel like going. I had more important activities." He said, wiping lip gloss from his lips.

I scrunched up my nose. I recognized the lip gloss as his ex-boyfriend, Jordan's lip gloss.

"I thought you and Jordan were done." I said.

He looked at me, biting his lips.

"The love may be gone, but damn, the lust is still there." He said and I faked a gag.

"What about you? Why are you out already?" He asked me.

"Well, I finally lost my patience with Lisa." I told him as he started his car.

"What did that skank do this time?" He asked.

"We were practicing a move and she messed me up twice. So I punched her." I said.

He chuckled and looked over at me. He reached over and ran his thumb over my chin.

"Her claws got you." He said, his hand falling into his lap.

"I busted her lip, so we're even." I said.

"So where to?" He asked me, a droolworthy smirk on his lips.

My heart clenched as I looked over his attractive face. He had tan skin, ocean blue eyes, and long blond hair that was pulled back in a bun.

"Home. Mom would be pissed if I didn't report this to her, before my coaches." I said.

"What is your punishment?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"My coaches said that they would deal with us tomorrow." I told him.

"Do you think you'll be kicked off the team?" He asked me, glancing at me.

"Even if I do, I won't be upset. I only do cheer to please my dad." I said.

"I guess you do seem a little miserable after practice every day." He said.

I thought for a moment, allowing myself to savor the hatred I feel for the sport. I hook my phone up to the aux cord and pick the first song on my playlist. Sex money feelings die by Lykke li.

I turned it up and started to dancing to it. Stalani joined me, dancing and singing with me. We continued to sing and dance to this song and next five after. Then Stalani reached my house.

I noticed the a strange car in the driveway. It was a dark grey Jeep Wrangler. The tires were caked with fresh mud. I glanced up at the sky to see that the sun was blazing.

It hasn't rained for days.

The Jeep backed out and pulled away, speeding down the road. I was confused on who the person was that left so aburtly.

"Who was that, Day?" Stalani asked me, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I have no clue." I said, glancing at to the driveway.

My mom's car was gone, which meant that no one is home. This formed even more questions in my mind.

"Do you want me to stay and hang out? What if they were a burglar, who is waiting to return?" Stalani asked me.

I looked at him, then to my house. I shrugged as I looked back to him.

"You can come in for a bit." I said, not really wanting to risk it.

He nodded his head, then pulled into the driveway. He parked his car and we both got out. I walked over to my front door, I unlock and open it. Stalani follows me into my house, closing the door behind him.

He walks into the living room and plops down on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Stalani. He was looking through movies on Netflix.

"How are we feeling? Comedy? Horror? Or romance?" Stalani asked me and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm never watching one of your lovey dovey movies. How about comedy?" I said and he nods his head.

He looks until he ends up clicking on Meet the Blacks.

"Do you want snacks?" I asked him and he snapped his head to me, then began to nod rapidly.

I laugh and roll my eyes as I get up. I walk into the kitchen and grab a big bowl. I pour flaming hot cheetos and cheddar jalapeño cheetos into the bowl, mixing them. I grabbed two bottles of tea from the fridge and I walk back into the living room.

I sit down on the couch, handing a bottle of tea to him. Then I cuddle up into his side, putting the bowl on his lap. He slung his arm across my shoulders. A warmth filled my chest as I let myself savor this moment of happiness.