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There was nothing worse than having to pretend to date the quarterback, Asher. Of course, being the head cheerleader meant that dating Asher made them a power couple, and after losing a bet the pair were forced to date. He was annoying most times, but at least he was easy on the eyes. Most days were spent at his house, because lord knows she wasn’t about to expose a practically fake boyfriend to the chaos of her home. “Hey,” Carson smiled, leaning up against Asher’s car in her short uniform, a small smile on her lips. “Can we get food before we go back to your house? I’m starving.”








