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Abigail
By Tuesday morning the rumors of our relationship have spread like wildfire. By Wednesday, there are claims that Vic beat Clayton’s ass and by Friday, they were carrying around pennants and wearing pins that literally read ‘Team Vic’ and ‘Team Clayton!’ All Giselle’s doing, I’m sure. I could give a flippin’ shit about football, but tonight’s game decides if they go to the semi-finals for the championship. Vic and Clayton, both asked me to go. So, I’m going.
I swing by Radman’s and Fred raises an eye at me as I grab a tub of axle grease and pull a white wife-beater tank out of my bag.
“Monkey, what are you doin’?” He comes over to me as I grab a paint detail brush from the can too.
“Prep work.” I start smearing the grease on the shirt.
“Team Abigail?” He looks at me with confusion.
“Long story, don’t have the time, gotta get this under the dryer right quick.” I head for the bathroom to dry the top so I can put it on. “I need to represent!” I laugh as I disappear.
I get the shirt on and my face, then I’m back out the door.
“Be careful out there, Monkey!”
“I always am!” I jump in the General and head for the football field. When I arrive, I see more people with team pennants and pins and hell, they’ve got the shit soaped on their cars! I roll my eyes as I pop open my jacket. On each boob, I’ve got my own pins, one for each of my guys!
“Abi!” I hear the unmistakable sound of Adam’s voice over the throng of people and look around, seeing him and Wayde all bundled up with a huge thermos, pillows, and blankets! I look at me in jeans, a tank, and Clayton’s jacket. I run to them. “Am I underdressed?” I show them my top and they laugh.
“No, but you’re gonna freeze. It’s gonna be like forty degrees tonight.” Wayde tosses me a blanket.
“Good thing I brought Hottie Totties!”
“Hottie whatties?”
“Totties? It's booze, you’ll love it!” Adam slings his arm into mine as does Wayde, and they escort me to my first high school football game.
Oh, the looks I ‘m getting for my shirt! The whispers, too! Ooh, wee! I’ve never been the center of attention like this. I don’t know if it’s a thrill or if I should be worried. Some people snicker, some leer, other’s hoot and holler, giving me some thumbs up. The teachers don’t seem to like it very much, of that, I’m sure. I’ve had about four of those Hottie Totties. They are pretty good, nice and warm. Which is good, cause the boys were right, it’s colder than a witch’s right titty out here. I’m feeling decent, and my guys are doing awesome! Vic has made three touchdowns and Clayton has sacked the other team's quarterback four times already! I understand that it’s his go-to move and a very good thing, but I worry about those ribs. He’s gotta be feeling it, my poor man. Suddenly there’s a loud buzzer, a lot of bad band music, and the cheerleaders are going nuts.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Halftime,” Adam and Wayde answer together, getting up. “Time to pee and stretch the legs!”
“Oh, okay, can I go down there?”
“You can try.” They smirk, walking off.
I stand up and the booze hits me. I laugh as I try to not land on my ass going down the bleachers. I see Lagrange, who sees me.
He puts out his hands and into them I go.
“Whoops.” I laugh again as he sets me straight and looks down at me. The look says he’s heard the rumors and is currently reading my shirt.
“Time somebody finally broke you outta your shell.” He smiles at me and I just stare at him, slack-jawed.
He pats me on the shoulder as he walks past me. “Go get ‘um, tiger.”
“Well, alrighty then,” I whisper to myself. As I’m heading toward the field, I can hear whistles and cat calls.
I turn around and it gets worse. “Ah, shut up!” I laugh, which is real intimidating I’m sure, cause they laugh.
As I turn back, I see Giselle and her cheer lackeys shaking their pom poms. Just past them are the guys. I wolf whistle and they both pick up their heads, then they stand up. I wave and they come running over as I hop the fence. Their coach is yelling, and their teammates are laughing, hooting, and calling like the crowd as I meet them halfway across the field.
I’m panting, it’s a long run and they are looking at me like I’m crazy. “Baby Girl, what’ s the matter?” Vic asks me.
“Abigail?” Clayton questions too.
“Nothing, I’m fine, my men are doing awesome and deserve a reward.”
I grab them both by the heads and bring them to their knees. “My men, my terms,” I smirk. Turning my head, I kiss Vic and the crowd erupts. After a moment, I turn my attention to Clayton and the other side of the field goes nuts too! Seems everyone likes a good halftime show!
