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@cheymcknight
Angelica watches Cheyenne’s movements.
“Okay… That didn’t seem too hard…” Angelica tries not to do a real facepalm right in front of Cheyenne. “Ugh, though… I still feel so stupid though…”
“slow and steady wins the race. as long as you don’t jump the gun too much, you have nothing to worry about.”
mckinley shook her head at the girl’s words. “you’re definitely far from average, cutie.” she quipped with a reassuring smile. “baking? that’s cool. i can’t cook for shit. you should come to a game — bring some baked goods for motivation.”
cheyenne’s cheeks couldn’t possibly get any redder. she smiled in wonder at the girl next to her, returning to chewing nervously on her bottom lip. “i could do that, yeah. what do you like?”
there was a nervous smile on his face, he finally let out a laugh. “well, it really looks good on you, so…” he shrugged, trying his best not to feel so bad about this.
“maybe i should make this my everyday look, then,” she joked, shaking some flour out of her hair. “it’ll be all the rage in paris next season.”
Mason let out a soft laugh, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’re fine,” he assured her, nibbling on his bottom lip as he glanced back at the test tube, scribbling a note down at the bottom of his paper before dropping his pen with a satisfied sigh. “There, all done, and neither of us died,” he said with a grin, holding up his hand for a high five.
cheyenne slapped his hand with hers, a smile on her face. “great job, partner. sorry you had to do most of the work,” she added sheepishly.
“Oh…” Angelica said to Cheyenne. Angelica isn’t actually used to so many other girls who are kind and sweet to her. Brittany, and Kayleigh just love to bully Angelica, probably because they’re too bored with their lives. “T-Thanks, Cheyenne! Actually, that would make me feel better if we did that together,” Angelica smiles, as she looks at Cheyenne.
cheyenne held onto angelica’s hand and slowly lifted it to the mixer, moving it over the lever and sliding it over two notches. “see? perfect.”
it took her a few moments to realize that she should probably take her hand off the girl’s knee, a sheepish grin toying at her lips as she did so. “i’m sure you’re great at it, and you’re right — colleges love athletes.”
cheyenne silently mourned the loss of warmth on her knee, her eyes darting down to follow mckinley’s hand. “n--no really, i’m just average.” she shook her head out of the mini trance she’d fallen into and looked back up at mckinley. “uh--i’m good at baking, though. and sewing and the like. you know, 50′s housewife chic.”
alfie felt incredibly guilty, he immediately tried to find something to wipe her face with, but he couldn’t, so he lifted the hem of his shirt (he wasn’t wearing any apron) and began to wipe her face, panic obvious in his eyes and face. “i am so sorry, okay?”
cheyenne couldn’t help but giggle. “it’s fine, alfie. really. flour doesn’t pack a very powerful punch.”
mckinley couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s quick answer, her hand going to squeeze the other’s knee. “relax, i was just teasing.” she spoke, hoping to calm her nerves. “you swim? that’s cool. i’ve always been hopeless in the water, on the field is really where i belong.”
cheyenne gave her a small smile, returning to chewing on her lip anxiously. “yeah--uh, i’m not all that gr--great or anything, but it pads the..c--college applications.”
“ shit. sorry, chey. not so good at any of this. maybe, uh.. maybe you should takeover? before i set the room on fire? ”
cheyenne giggled and turned the mixer back on, stopping at the second lowest speed. “how about i just put you on clean up duty,” she suggested.
she moved to sit next to the girl, finding her absolutely endearing. “you’re adorable.” she hummed. “so — do you something on at the field or do you just enjoy watching us girls play soccer?” mckinley teased.
“no!” she said a little too quickly, her eyes darting up to meet mckinley’s and her cheeks turning even more red. “uh--i..i mean, no.” she laughed nervously, averting her gaze again and running a trembling hand through her still damp hair. “sw--swim practice got out..early, and my sister plays l--lacrosse, so i’m just waiting..for her..”
Mason glanced up from the contents of the test tube he was watching, looking over at the person next to him, their goggles dangling around their neck. “You might want to put those on. Mrs. Carter might have a coronary if she sees you without them–plus, we don’t want anyone going blind from a little potassium hydroxide.”
“oh, shoot!” she said, pulling the goggles over her eyes again. “goodness gracious, sometimes i think i’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached.” she laughed nervously, tugging at the ponytail that sat on top of her head.
mckinley’s eyes softened at the other’s reaction, waving her previous statement off dismissively. “hey – no, it’s okay.” she tried to slick back the pieces of hair that’d fallen from her ponytail. “it’s not everyday that i make a cute girl blush.”
cheyenne’s blush deepened, a nervous laugh slipping from her lips. she spluttered out a few unintelligible words before resigning herself to chewing on her thumbnail while she tried desperately to not look back up at mckinley.
“I thought it was hilarious”
she smiled kindly. “i’ll start cleaning this up,” she said, walking away to grab a roll of paper towels.
Grabbing the closest thing to her, which just happened to be a spoon, Finley started to lightly hit the mixer. “You were supposed to help us.” Looking over at the taller girl, she gave a small sigh. “This is why I don’t work with amateur appliances.” With her spoon, she pointed over to the mixer.
cheyenne giggled. “it’s trying its best, okay? give it a break.”
Mckinley had just finished practice, her coach running the team harder than usual for god knows what reason. As she was coming off the field she turned and arched her brow. “I know I look cute in my gear, but the staring’s a little weird.”
cheyenne blinked, looking up at the girl with wide eyes as a blush creeped up the back of her neck. “s--sorry, i didn’t--” her eyes fell to her lap and she nibbled at her lip nervously. “sorry,” she mumbled again.
“I thought it would be funny.”
cheyenne wiped some flour off her face with the back of her hand. “i guess it was a little funny.”
