the big game -;
She tapped his shoulder gently, just so he would turn to her, and she could get a good look at his face. The dark haired girl smiled ever so slightly at him. “Hey there, cutie..” She looked at the cooler at the side of him, then nodded. “Can you do me a favor and get a bottle from there, it has my name on it, Sera.” Hopefully he was one of the boys that would do what she said, and if he was, she planned to have some fun.
"Did you think we did well? My knees were so shaky, I was surprised I didn’t fall. Cheerleading is pretty dangerous. Everyone says it’s so easy, but really, all of us suffer from bumps, bruises, and sometimes worse. When I was in 8th grade, I broke my ankle, I landed wrong and the girls couldn’t catch me, It was pretty scary." She nodded as she told him, as if she wanted him to believe her.
Sera wasn’t bothered by the fact that he sat by her, actually. She wanted him to stay there. Hopefully she was making a certain guy on the team jealous, and oh, how jealous she wanted him to be.
His head turned to address the poking he felt at his shoulder, blinking lazily when he met her eyes, and she smiled. Admittedly, she was an incredibly pretty girl, with beautiful dark hair and fair skin--even her voice was pretty. Glancing down at the ice box by his feet, he reached down and searched for the correct bottle. Pretty name, he noted, finally plucking her bottle from the bunch, "This it?" Of course it was, it had her name on it but whatever, he had to say something.
A smile graced his complexion, warming his face from the cold air enveloping the world around them. "It was great, you didn't look nervous at all," he chimed, softening his grin slightly, "And whoever honestly says that what you do is easy must be blind. Flipping, flying, twirling--all while looking pretty. I'll give you credit," he chuckled, glancing back at the field momentarily. Nope, still no idea what was happening. His face twisted into a somewhat empathetic stare, "That sounds like it was terrible, has it happened since?"
Finally, Jongdae gave up on even listening to the game--it had just become dreadful. He didn't care who won or who lost, or how it happened. All that he felt like paying attention to now was the pretty girl beside him. "I'm Jongdae, by the way."










