Madison rolls her eyes and pushes Landon backwards by shoving her hand in his face. “Shut up.” Her eyes land on mine as she raises her hands and grabs my face mask. “Remember, shake it for me.”
Twisting around, I pin her against the concrete wall outside the gym. My hands move to cup her ass. “As long as you shake it for me tonight.”
Landon and Steven both mutter something, but we ignore them when Madison pulls my helmet off and kisses me. Every time this girls kisses me I fall a little more. So fucking cheesy but I do. And I accused Steven of being a fucking girl.
Her legs fall about the time I’m going to have to adjust myself and Coach Mitchel clears his throat. “Don’t embarrass me out there, boys.”
Madison untangles herself from my arms and flicks the coach’s chest. “I taught them. Have faith.” And then she turns back to us and points at me, Landon and Steven. “Don’t fuck up.”
Coach shakes his head. “Language, Madison.”
Madison smiles, sweet as she can and starts walking backwards with her palms raised. When Coach turns around, she flips him off.
Typical of her.
I would never do that shit. We’re so completely different, but yet she’s everything I could ever imagine wanting. Sweet but sinful.
When I turn back around I can hear the screams and chants of the school. For just a split second I’m lost until Steven’s doing his own chanting beside me, bumping into me every couple seconds.
The gym is crazy, louder than I’ve ever heard before. They’re desperate for that title. Just as hungry for the win. They believe we can do it. Because of that, this pep rally is our appreciation for their support. We know we can do this and we’ve been planning this for weeks.
Steven’s beside me, his hand on his hip, shaking his right hand and then twirling and doing the hip swivel Madison drilled into him. Landon’s watching him, shaking his head in disbelief that Steven’s probably more excited about this dance than the game.
Tomorrow afternoon we play in the 6A Championship game. Me, and these boys surrounding me, have led this school through an undefeated season and now we are going to show them how to win a Championship game.
We’re all in full gear, aside from cleats, standing at the door when the dance team gives us the signal.
When we enter the stadium it goes black as “Welcome Back” by Mase blares.
My boys enter all wild and roaring them to life but I walk in last, slower, holding a football in the air with my right hand. The crowd screams, pretty girls calling my name and I can feel the bass in my chest as it pulses. When I’m center court, the gym goes black and then a spotlight catches me.
We start with me lip syncing “The Time” by Black Eyed Peas, my right hand on my hip, a football in the other. The crowd around me chants my name, I smile and start bouncing up and down getting the crowd even more pumped up for the show we are about to give them.
When the music comes to the bass, it fades to “Take It Ta Da House.” I toss the ball to our mascot and the boys and me turn around and huddle together in the center of the gym, chanting, swaying like we’re getting ready for a play. We break huddle, line up, smile, and go into our choreographed dance Madison trained us on. I watch her face when we move into formation and she throws her head back laughing when I start shaking my ass with my right hand waving.
We play girls very well.
Mostly Landon. Crazy bastard.
When we get to the part where we’re riding each other doggie style and then breaking apart to dip it low and thrust our hips into the ground, every single girl in that gym stands and screams.
Every. Single. One.
Steven comes around in front of me when the music fades into “Like A Virgin.” He drops to his fucking knees in front of me and holds out his hand like he’s proposing. My eyes fly to Madison as she watches with curiosity, her hand over her mouth.
Landon’s humping the floor in front of us and I’m looking at Steven with wide eyes. “Get off the floor.”
“No,” he yells over the music. “If you’re going to ask her, you’ll need practice. Ask me.”
Embarrassed, I lean down and whisper, “I am not proposing to you, Steven.”
“I don’t see what your problem is! Wouldn’t you want to marry me?”
I grab him by his jersey. “Get up!”
The crowd is insane, mostly because Landon is still humping the floor. He’s going to fucking town on that. I look to Macy, her eyes are so wide you’d think he stripped. I look back at him, his jersey’s gone. So yeah, he stripped. I don’t think Landon likes clothes much. He’s spent a good amount of his high school years half naked. I’ve seen his white ass entirely too many times.