Accidentally Yours

CHAPTER FOUR

The three of us are in the midst of trading our hair care secrets when I feel a hand on my elbow. I turn to face the person only to feel overwhelming guilt consume me as I come face to face with Stella. She has a smile on her face even though her demeanor shows that she’s visibly upset.

Shit, I forgot about Stella.

When I heard Emma call out my name I was immediately filled with relief. I wanted to join and bond with the other two girls as quickly as possible. I didn’t even stop to realize that Stella did not make the team this year either.

“Congrats!” Stella says, sounding like she is genuinely happy for me.

“I’m sorry that you didn’t make the team.” I frown. “Honestly, I don’t even know how I made the team. Your jumps were so much better than mine.” I say.

Stella chuckles, “You were pretty bad.” She agrees. I chuckle along with her only stopping when she does.

“Promise me something.”

“Yeah, anything.”

“Promise that we won’t let cheerleading come in between our friendship?”

“I promise that this won’t come in between our friendship.” I smile.

Stella nods her head, going to say something only to be cut off by Emma saying, “Sorry, only cheerleaders should be in the gym right now.” Stella, getting the hint, says goodbye to me before making her way to one of the gym’s exits. The blonde waits until Stella walks through the metal door to speak. “Hey girls, do you want to meet the rest of the team?” Bianca, Avery, and I all eagerly nod our heads.

Emma links one of her arms with mine as she begins to slowly stroll towards the open gymnasium doors, these doors leading out into the back of the school where the football area sat. Avery and Bianca trail closely behind us.“We usually practice in front of the metal fence that surrounds the football field.” Emma explains, “We do this in order to know where exactly we have to stand during games, but I think that some of the girls enjoy the perk of watching the football players practicing shirtless.” I furrow my brows a bit at this piece of information.

“Well, I can assure you that I will be one hundred percent dedicated to cheer.” I promise her. “No football players will distract me in any way, shape, or form.”

Emma turns to face me, a soft smile on her face. “Nice to know.” is all she says before stopping us a few feet away from the small group of girls who are currently practicing pyramids and baskets.

Immediately, I noticed a common denominator between the nine girls—All of them were wearing black spandex, white cheer shoes, and white tank tops. Their tank tops seem to have our school’s logo printed on it in royal blue ink. Not to mention that all of them have their hair tied up, whether that be in a ponytail or a messy bun.

“Quinn!” Emma yells out. “Tell her to get under the stunt before she injures her flyer!” The blonde groans with annoyance when the person she is yelling at does not respond. “I'll be right back.” she promises. She disconnects her arms from mine before rushing over towards the brunette who is wearing a black baseball cap along with large black sunglasses.

As soon as Emma disconnects her body from mine, I hear a deep voice call out, “Yo! Girl with the brunette hair!”

Curious as to who the person is, as well as who they are calling out to, I turn to face the direction that the voice came from. My eyes widen with shock and embarrassment as they land on a smirking blonde-haired boy. The boy is leaning all of his weight against the wired fence of the football field, his attention solely on me.

Oh my gosh, a cute guy is talking to me—More specifically, Jake Daniels, my high school crush is finally talking to me!

“Are you talking to me?” I ask as I make my way towards the gate.

The football player chuckles at my question, “Of course I’m talking to you.”

Play it cool, Amelia—Do not f**k this up!

“Well then, why did you call me over here, stranger?” I try to keep my tone playful.

Before he can answer, we are interrupted by his coach. “Daniels! You can talk to your girlfriend after practice!” the football coach yells.

“Ignore him.” the jock smirks down at me. “Are you busy Friday night?” I tilt my head to the side a little.

“Depends.” I tease, a grin playing on my lips.

He chuckles breathily, shaking his head. He tilts his head down to look at the fake grass on his side of the fence, his muscular arms flexing as his hold on the gate tightens. It takes a few seconds, but he soon meets my eyes again. “I’m throwing a party.” he eventually answers. “If we win the first game of the season, then the party will be at my place at ten thirty.” his emerald green eyes stare deep into my brown ones. “You should come.”

I raise an amused eyebrow at his brazen confidence, “Should I?”

The male shakes his head before releasing his hold on the metal gate. “Fine,” he pauses for a second. “I want you to come.”

Holy s**t, I cannot believe that a jock is actually asking me out!

My cheeks begin to burn from the look in his eyes. I have never had a guy look at me in this way before, much less a really cute football player. I have gotten this far. I cannot crash and burn now.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

This guy chuckles, “I’ll take it.”

The athlete jogs away from me leaving me to reminisce on our brief conversation.

“No football players will distract you, huh?” I suddenly hear Emma question from behind me.

I close my eyes as I mentally groan.

Shit!