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willowbreit:

“Oh, shit. He’s so hot,” she exclaimed, taking Cassidy’s phone as she stepped inside and examining the picture. “If you don’t make out with him tonight I’m going to be so upset,” she said, only half-joking as she brushed past her and headed for her room. “What are you waiting for, loser? We have work to do.”

Cassidy closed the door behind Willow and followed after her, moving a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail out of her face. “What if I say something stupid? No amount of Willow Magic can save me from myself.”

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willowbreit:

Willow pulled up to Cassidy’s house a couple minutes later, hopping out of the car and half running to ring the doorbell. When she pulled it open, Willow flashed Cassidy an encouraging smile. “We’ve got this.”

“No we do not,” Cassidy said, pulling out her phone and showing it to Willow. “Do you see this guy? He looks like he belongs in a freaking magazine. Why in the heck did he ask me out? Am I being Punk’d?”

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willowbreit:

“Your anxiety is giving me anxiety,” she muttered, carelessly backing out of her driveway. “Don’t hurt yourself. I’ll be there in three.”

“Love you,” she said, hanging up and flopping back onto her bed.

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willowbreit:

“There is no way I’m letting you back out of this,” she said, shaking her head as she ran to grab her keys and slip out of her house. “I’m coming over to help you. This phone thing isn’t gonna fly.” 

“Okay. I’m gonna go throw up a few times before you get here, though.”

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willowbreit:

“God, Cass, don’t be so insecure. No one’s out of your league,” Willow said, getting up and looking around for shoes. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Oh God, I have no idea! I can’t get ready for a date when I have no idea where we’re going! I can’t do this, Will. I need to text him and cancel. This was a terrible idea and I don’t know why I agreed to it in the first place.”

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cassidymorales:

Cassidy’s blush deepened – if that were even possible – and she let out a shaky laugh and waved at his retreating back for a few seconds before pulling her phone out of her pocket and frantically dialing Willow’s number. “Will, I have a date and I need your help,” she said the second Willow picked up.

Willow shot up on her bed as Cassidy spoke, her eyes going wide. “A date? Well, you gotta tell me who it’s with first.”

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"Uh, his name's Jack -- Rhodes, I think. He's on the Westchester football team. He's really cute and really out of my league and I need help."

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jacksrhodes:

Jack nodded, a grin rising to his lips. “See ya at 8:30, babe,” he said as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek, dangerously close to her own lips before he turned and jogged towards the locker rooms. 

Cassidy’s blush deepened -- if that were even possible -- and she let out a shaky laugh and waved at his retreating back for a few seconds before pulling her phone out of her pocket and frantically dialing Willow’s number. “Will, I have a date and I need your help,” she said the second Willow picked up.

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jacksrhodes:

Jack bit his lip to suppress a laugh as she rambled, nodding with an amused look on his face. “Oh, science? That’s never right. Rarely ever–scientists being right is practically unheard of.”

She giggled and bit her lip, looking down towards her feet. “So I’ll see you in a little while?” she asked, peeking up at him again.

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jacksrhodes:

Jack laughed, typing in his phone number quickly and sending himself a text before handing her phone back. “I didn’t know that smelling like sweat constituted being appointment ready.”

“Maybe I’m just a weird smell kind of girl.” She grimaced as soon as she finished talking, wrinkling her nose. “Ignore me please. I was trying to do a flirty thing but I’m really bad at it, obviously. Um -- you really do smell fine, though. I think there’s a scientific thing behind that, where people with opposite immune systems like the smell of the other person which is supposed to mean they’re compatible --” She stopped midsentence, laughing nervously. “But I mean when has science ever been right about something, am I right?”

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jacksrhodes:

Jack laughed, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna run to the locker room and grab my things so I can get home and make myself appointment ready–oh, before I go, you’re gonna need my number. Y’know, to send me your address.”

She fished her phone out of her pocket and handed it over to him, teeth catching on her bottom lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; you’re definitely more appointment ready after a three hour football game than I could ever hope to be.”

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jacksrhodes:

A smirk curled at Jack’s lips. “Please, you’re already appointment ready.”

She giggled, jokingly flipping her hair over her shoulder. “You flatter me, sir.”

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jacksrhodes:

“I–your new therapist–will do all I can to help you get through this. Our first appointment is tonight at 8:30. I’ll pick you up,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

Cassidy bit her lip, her hip jutting out to the side. “You’re not giving me much time to make myself appointment ready.”

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cassidymorales:

Cassidy slowly backed away as she watched him run, eyes running appreciatively over him. After she accidentally backed into the fence, she turned finally and ran back to the band room to change out of her uniform.

At the end of the game, Jack jogged off of the field, grinning as he looked back at the scoreboard; it was 7-17, and he was definitely getting that date he bet on. After escaping the huddle, Jack looked around for Cassidy, grinning as he spotted her not too far away. “How’re you takin’ the loss?” he asked with a slight smirk as he ran up to her.

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Cassidy laughed and crossed her arms over her chest. "It might take years of therapy for me to get over this," she joked.

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jacksrhodes:

“I’ll do the best to hold back my tears, but I don’t make any promises,” he said, flashing her a smile before turning and running towards the huddle.

Cassidy slowly backed away as she watched him run, eyes running appreciatively over him. After she accidentally backed into the fence, she turned finally and ran back to the band room to change out of her uniform.

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jacksrhodes:

“I think I know how it’s gonna go,” he said with a grin, pulling his helmet on as he heard his coach blowing the whistle. “I’ll catch you after the game, yeah?”

She nodded, her teeth catching on her bottom lip. “Try not to cry when we bury you.”

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jacksrhodes:

Jack grinned. “I dunno, they probably screwed up somewhere with the genetic engineering,” he joked, tapping his helmet against the side of his leg. “I–the victim of a science experiment gone wrong–would like to go out with you because I think you’re pretty, and I’d bet you look even better without your totally hot marching band uniform.”

Cassidy giggled, her cheeks turning redder at his last comment. “I guess we’ll have to see how the game goes,” she said, biting her lip.

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jacksrhodes:

Jack raised an eyebrow, glancing over to his teammates already in the huddle. “How ‘bout we make a deal? If my team crushes yours, which is probable,” he added, winking, “I get to take you out.”

She giggled as a blush spread across her cheeks. “Whaaat?” she asked, her voice higher pitched than normal. “Why would you--someone who was obviously created in a lab--wanna go out with me?”