“That’s odd. He was so attentive the other night.” She paused as she pulled up the photos. “Oh, my God. These pictures are incredible! I’m going to post the one of you and Crowbar, if that’s okay.”

“Parker said you would want to. Do you think people will call me a bitch or a dog or anything?”

“Why don’t I just turn off comments?”

“Yeah, that’s smart.” I couldn’t prevent people from copying and posting it, but they wouldn’t be able to do it on my page.

“Listen, I’m glad you and Parker can share space again. I know it’s hard for you, but I think seeing her again is making it easier to be around her. Plus, your date with the kindergarten teacher will help keep your past in the past.”

I didn’t know how I felt about my upcoming date. I was excited to see Ruby, but Parker kept popping up in my mind, a hundred times stronger after today. “It sucks that Ruby and Parker know each other. Hopefully, that doesn’t complicate things.”

“I stalked Ruby on social media and she is exactly the person you need in your life. She’s cute, loves fun activities like skiing and snowboarding, and she likes beer. I mean, I couldn’t have created a better person for you,” Hayley said.

She stifled a yawn, so I kicked her off the phone. “Go to sleep. You had a long day. I’ll call you after my date.”

“I love you. Good job today.”

We didn’t even talk about my win, and honestly, I didn’t even realize it until just then. “Thanks. I love you, too.”

Chapter Nineteen—The Gay Quarterback

Past

“We’re doing this because the cheerleaders always cheer us on.” I was annoyed because the entire football team was at the American Cheer Power to support our cheerleaders and I felt like I was the only one paying attention. Most of the guys were pumped not because of our squad, but because they thought they would get to talk to other schools’ cheerleaders. Just like last year, they weren’t allowed on the floor so their plan was shot and they were bored.

“It’s their job to cheer us on. They signed up for it,” Justin said. The guys high-fived him.

I rolled my eyes. “So did you, douchebag. When you sign up for the football team, you sign up to support girls’ sports too. Try to be a team player, okay? Those girls do a lot for us.”

“They’re certainly doing a lot for me now.” Wyatt pointed to a different squad on the mat forming a giant pyramid. “Maybe I should be a cheerleader.”

I pushed him. “The football team wouldn’t miss you if you did.”

“Damn, Sutton. That’s rough.” Max covered his mouth with his fist to keep from laughing at Wyatt who looked embarrassed.