I clenched my hands in a high-v as the other cheerleaders held me up in a pyramid. “1-2-3-4” was counted as I held my head high in the sky for a second. And that’s when he walked in. Well I guess you could say that I’ve liked him for a long time, but my friends told me he was a player. You can’t really choose who you could like… and that’s why I still like him. He/him as in Blaine Matthews. Thinking of the name gives me butterflies. Let alone seeing him. 

He looked at me and waved. I swore I could feel my pupils dilate and I lost my balance. I literally slipped out of my bases’ hands as my back spotters tried to catch me. Well don’t I feel stupid.

“Wow guys, nice going making me fall. You know your arms have to be stiff when you hold me up!” I said with tears beginning to form in my eyes. I started to walk to the locker room before I make the scene even worse.
 
“But Macy,” Kylie said, but I kept on walking, she was probably the closest friend in my group. Even though we all talked together and called each other “sisters.” Kylie has blond hair and hazel eyes; she’s a little taller than me. I would’ve walked back to her, but I feel like a wuss.
 
“Macy.” Someone else said in a deep voice. Yeah, it was Blaine. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway. “I’ve got to ask you something,” he said as my heart skipped a beat.
 
For a pure minute I just stared into his piercing blue eyes. I nodded slowly. “Yeah, you could ask me anything,” I managed to say.
 
“Well, I’ve heard some rumors that you are into me and stuff,” he said as I stared confused out of my mind. How would he know? “So I was wondering if you wanted to, uh, go out with me?”
 
I stared and realized that my face was getting that stupid look it always did when I got
what I wanted.