CHAPTER 7:
Cheer practice & tutoring day 2

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"What is wrong with you?" I shouted at Harry who was running around the field with the rest of the football members.

"Oh nothing the towel is just to sweaty so I had to throw it sorry," he replied sarcastically.

"Asshole," I muttered softly.

Oh, if you're wondering what just happened, Harry Styles just threw his sweaty towel to me purposely while running. It smells bad, real bad.

The towel which was on my hand a minute ago was with the girls who was pulling that towel like a limited edition Prada bag. 

Honestly, who in the right mind would want a sweaty and smelly towel? Harry's crazy fan girls do.

"Kylie, can you help me stop those girls from fighting over the damn towel and continue cheer practice," I said to the vice captain of the cheerleader team.

"Aye, aye captain," she said with a smile. Kylie was someone I could rely on when it comes to cheer practice.

Kylie is like a sister to me, she was always there when I needed her. Her sister was dating my brother, they study in the same college so Kendall, kylie's big sister, always came over to our house with Kylie. 

"Girls come back and stop fighting over a damn towel!" Kylie yelled.

The girls came back with a ruined towel as I looked at Kylie and thanked her, "thanks K,"

"formation please girls," I shouted. They went back to the position and looked at me.

"Strength formation," I shouted loud enough so the cheerleaders heard what I said.

To me, strength formation is like lifting other cheerleaders in stunts and holding my body weight in tumbling. We usually do pushups and situps before we start lifting. I was always on the top since I was the lightest one in the cheer team.

The girls started riding each other's shoulder slowly building a mountain as I step in their hands and went to the top.

I made a half split, using my hands and pull leg to the air, my other leg on the ground carrying myself.

"Ready girls?" I asked. They nodded as I shouted, "3, 2, 1." I jump as I did a back flip, two girls catching me as I stood on their hands.

"Chant after me," I said, "Go! Go! Standford high!"

They cheered after me, "Go! Go! Standford high!"

"Now go get the pom pom's," I said. I went to grab two pom pom's then shouted, "pom pom position please!"

***

Practice was over, I took a quick shower then change my shirt into a 'bitch I'm fabulous' tank top and short shorts.

I went outside to see if Harry had arrived. Luckily, he hasn't.

If you're wondering why Harry came today is because he's not coming on Monday and he's making up for it.

I took my phone which was on the living room couch and went to the music app.

I put my songs on shuffle, What Do You Mean by Justin Bieber started playing.

What do you mean? Oh
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no

I sand loudly while dancing and swaying my hips and took two pair of bread.

Oh, what do you mean?
Said we're running out of time what do you mean?

I danced at the beat while putting my bread inside the toaster.

You're so indecisive of
what I'm saying
Trying to catch the beat,
make up your heart
Don't know if you're
happy or complaining
Don't want us to end
Where do I start

I heard a small 'ding' signaling the bread is done, I went to the toaster while singing.

First you wanna go to left and you want to turn right

I took the bread while and took a knife, spreading the butter.

Wanna argue all day, making love all night.

I grab a bite while listening to Justin Bieber's voice.

What do you mean?
Oh, what do you mean?
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?

I heard a bell voice which means someone is outside, so there are two possible reasons, well three actually, maybe four.

One, mom is home and she forgot to bring her keys. Two, dad is home and same reason with mom. Three, my brother is home and has no key. Four, Harry is here.

I opened the door and see- can I please cry? Harry fucking Styles standing on the door with a cocky smile.

He was wearing a grey colored tee shirt and black skinny jeans which make him looked hot but not as hot as Nathan Drake, the school football player or vice captain.

"Aren't you going to invite me? or do you want to keep staring? take a picture it lasts longer." Harry said with full ego.

"Ew no way you're so full of yourself." I groaned.

***

The tutoring with Harry is over, my brother is having a party downstairs and I'm in my room locking the door in case a drunk college student came in and tried to rape me, hey! don't look at me like that! That could've happen.

I went to bed and thought about what happen earlier and thought about our conversation.

And so this is how our conversation went

Taylor: so what did you not understand about calculus? and we have an exam about calculus in like a few days, 5 to be exact.

Harry: who gives a fuck about maths.

Taylor: I'm not risking to lose my position as captain because of a dip shit like you so please

Harry: and why exactly should I care about your stupid position.

Taylor: because you care about your stupid quarterback position too so shut the hell up and stop complaining will you?

Harry: coach wouldn't let it happen because he loves me too much to do it.

Taylor: you and your ego, coach would let you go if the principal threatened to fire him and-

Harry: coach needs me, and so does Mr Brown. Have you ever thought about the principal's name? It's scary.

Taylor: who needs you? there is Nathan Drake who is so much better than you.

Harry: no way dude Nathan wouldn't want to take my place he's my best friend he knows how much I love that place.

Taylor: oh what if coach offers him and he's going to be so much better than you.

Harry: well, taylor, I'm obviously better at football and someone is crushing on someone

Taylor: what no! You know I don't like anyone!

Harry: then why are you blushing?

Taylor: just shut up, let's just study.

Harry: so Taylor Swift is in love

Taylor: let's just get back to maths.

Harry: fine I'll drop this one but this won't happen next time.

I had no idea why I'm blushing, maybe because he's kind with me... But, I can assure you a hundred percent I do not and never will like him.

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