jack;

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cassidymorales:

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.

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. 

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cassidymorales:

“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?”

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.”

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cassidymorales:

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.”

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.”

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cassidymorales:

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

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.”

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cassidymorales:

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

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

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cassidymorales:

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

“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. 

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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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cassidymorales:

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

“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.

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cassidymorales:

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.

“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?”

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cassidymorales:

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?”

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.”

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cassidymorales:

Cassidy noticed for the first time how attractive the guy was, surprisingly; it was a difficult thing to overlook. She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes flicking up to the scoreboard. “You should probably get back out there,” she said, another nervous laugh slipping from her lips. “Don’t take it personally, but I hope your team loses.”

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.”

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cassidymorales:

@jacksrhodes

Flute in hand, Cassidy followed the rest of the band off the field after halftime. The freshman trombone player who’d had a crush on her since the beginning of the year was attempting to talk to her again and she nodded politely in response, though her mind was on the pretzel Willow had waiting for her in the stands. Her focus shifted quickly when she bumped into someone hard. Her hat sat askew on her head as she shifted her gaze up, eyes meeting those of a football player from the other team. “Sorry!” she said quickly, tucking her flute under her arm and reaching up to fix her hat. “I guess it’s a good thing you guys wear all that protective gear,” she said with a nervous laugh, punching him in the arm a little harder than she’d meant to.

Jack’s helmet was dangling from his fingers as he headed across the field and his hair was sweaty and sticking up in some places yet somehow, he still managed to look good. “Woah,” he said softly as a girl bumped into him, reaching up to steady her with his free hand.  He raised his eyebrows slightly as she began to talk, biting the corner of his lip to conceal a smile as she fixed her hat. “Yeah, it protects us from all sorts of dangers, marching band members included,” Jack said with a grin, fighting back a small laugh when she punched his arm. “Don’t worry about it.”