Gold (All that Glitters #2)(6)

Bryna nodded. She grabbed her cheer bag and followed Stacia out of the locker room. “That was one hell of a practice.”

“You looked great. I’d die for your bow and arrow.”

“Ugh! No more cheer talk. I can’t think about it anymore before the game. I’m going to need some serious retail therapy.”

“You need retail therapy for everything,” Stacia said.

“Truth.”

“I just need that.” Stacia nodded her head toward the practice field.

The football team was filing out of the gate, still dressed in pads, about to hit the showers.

“Which one?” Bryna asked.

“All of them,” Stacia sighed.

“Sounds like a porn. Cheerleader gangbanged by the football team.”

Stacia tilted her head as if contemplating it. “Doesn’t sound that bad.”

“I hear they pay good money,” Bryna joked. She couldn’t help but egg Stacia on.

Bryna wouldn’t put it past Stacia to join in on something like that. She wasn’t selective. A small part of her understood where Eric had been coming from in regard to cheerleaders. Stacia was the definition of that girl. Bryna just took offense to him calling her that kind of girl.

“I wouldn’t need the money. I’d be in it for the sex,” Stacia said with a wink.

“Slut.”

“Bitch.”

Bryna raised an eyebrow and smirked at her friend. This was why she and Stacia got along. There were forty other girls on the squad, but most of them drove Bryna nuts or made her want to stab her eye out with a fork. Plus, she and Stacia were the only freshman flyers, and that pissed off enough people, so they had to stick together.

“Look! Blaine!” Stacia said.

Bryna narrowed her eyes and searched for the quarterback. “Where?”

“Right there,” she said, gesturing toward the back of the line.

Stacia must seriously have a radar for the guy because Bryna could hardly tell the players apart in their uniforms. Blaine was exceedingly tall, which helped, but so was most of the team.

“Let’s go say hi.” Stacia dragged Bryna across the pavilion.

“What? They just finished practice,” Bryna said.

She shook off Stacia’s vise grip. The girl was nutso for Blaine.

What the f*ck? Bryna had no interest in any of the football players. College guys, she was discovering, weren’t much better than high school guys. She didn’t mind flirting and f*cking with the best of them but not right now when she needed a shower.

“Who cares?” Stacia said. She jogged forward and fell into step next to Blaine.

Bryna quickly caught up to her. Her eyes landed on the person walking next to Blaine, and she nearly groaned aloud. Eric. She hadn’t seen him since their encounter at Posse. They uneasily eyed each other, but she made sure that she wasn’t the first person to look away.

“Hey, Blaine! Good practice?” Stacia asked, her voice chipper.

Blaine smiled in an unabashed way that won over crowds. “Yeah. Great practice. We’re ready to stomp some Ducks this weekend!”

“I know you’ll be great,” she crooned.

Bryna tried not to roll her eyes. Jesus. Was this how Stacia got what she wanted—by batting her eyelashes and purring to get attention?

Eric snorted next to Blaine, and Bryna saw that his expression mirrored her own. When they both noticed, they glared at each other and then turned away.

What an ass! She could be disdainful of her friend slutting it up, but he couldn’t.

“Thanks, Stacy,” Blaine said with that same smile. “We have to get to the showers. See you around.”

“Bye!” Stacia cried as he left her in the dust.

Once they were a safe distance away from the practice fields, Stacia let out a heavenly sigh. “He wants me. I know it.”

Bryna’s eyes bugged out. “He didn’t even call you by your real name.”

Stacia shrugged. “I mean, technically, it was my real name, but I had my parents legally change it in high school.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Anyway,” Stacia said dramatically, “I think I’m going to make a move at the away game this weekend.”

“Good idea,” Bryna said.

There was no convincing her otherwise. She had her eyes set on the quarterback, and she wouldn’t be discouraged just because Bryna knew Blaine wasn’t interested in her. Not only was he not interested, but she knew he was also hooking up with some girl on the basketball dance team. Either way, he was going to the NFL next year and leaving both girls behind.

“You know, I saw that thing between you and Eric,” Stacia said once they reached the parking lot.

“What thing?”

“The eye thing.” Stacia wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

“There was no eye thing.” The only thing that had passed between her and Eric was disgust that they’d shared an even remotely similar thought.

“Okay. Whatever you want to think.”

Bryna rolled her eyes. One day, she was going to lay it on them that Eric was gay, and they were going to be so stunned that they wouldn’t know what to do.

“Seriously, there was something,” Stacia crooned. “I’m not sure I believe that he turned you down. It was a front, right?”