i'm in the bleachers
She looks a little too much like a cheerleader. The thin lace of her top, tucked into the pleated skirt, and her smile--wider than anyones really, made her look like she ought to be on top of the pyramid, urging Alex on, instead she's just on the sidelines feeling out of place in his world--again. "He's just going to hurt you." Alison mumbled and Gin shook her head, dark locks moving in the breeze. She wants to tell her she doesn't know him, her standard answer now for all the doubters. How could she say that to his twin--no one knew him better. There were a dozen reasons why this wouldn't work and she could hear them whispered around her. Is this--was being popular felt like? The shy girl shrunk slightly, biting her bottom lip--there was a reason she generally avoided attention. She didn't get much time to wallow--because soon enough Alex was winning the game-- the stop clock timed out and everyone was cheering. She flooded the field like everyone else--and when she finally found him in the throng of cheers she beamed up at him, she was two steps from him when a pretty brunette swept in and pressed her lips against his. "W-What?" Maybe Lyss had a point.
