I was still embarrassed from what I did on Friday.

I don't usually drink that much. At all.

But something got into me and I'm not sure what was up with that.

But a week later, I still felt bad.

"Morning." I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey." Caiden looked up from his phone. "Where's your jersey?"

It was spirit week at school this week and to end the week off, we were wearing sports jerseys.

I shrugged. "I only have my cheer uniform, and that's not really a jersey."

"Here," he started to pull his shirt off, his gorgeous and toned chest was exposed. "Take mine, I'll wear my practice jersey."

"Thanks." I smiled, taking the fabric in my hands.

He continued to eat his toast as I ran upstairs to change. I threw on a black tank top and then the jersey.

I turned to see the back of it in my mirror.

Cummings was written across the back just above the number fifty-six.

I tucked it into my black ripped jeans and smiled. It smelled like him.

I was actually excited for school today.

###

"Kent really didn't look too happy about you wearing Caiden's jersey today." Ayla commented as we dressed for cheer practice.

I just shrugged.

I no longer had Caiden's jersey anyway. I had to give it to him, he had practice today too.

A few people gave me weird looks in the hall.

But I get it. Kent and I broke up less than two weeks ago. And now I'm walking around wearing one of his best friend's jersey.

But it wasn't like that.

Caiden and I were just friends.

That's it.

That's all.

I slipped my uniform on and adjusted it.

I tied my hair up, and left for the field with the rest of the team.

"Okay gals," I clapped my hands as I stood in front of the line of cheerleaders. "We got a big game tonight, so I hope you're all in a good mood and ready to cheer on our players."

###

"Two, four, six, eight, Northside Knights will dominate!" We all cheered, wiggling our maroon, black, and white pompoms.

The stands were filled with people wearing our school's sweaters. I was really cold out.

  Even the football coach had Westside High hoodie on. And he never, ever wore sweaters.

I watched as Jax Clayton threw the ball to Kade and he ran another touchdown.

"Go Kade!" All of us cheerleaders yelled in unison.

Every time a touchdown was made all of us would call out the name of the player and shake our pompoms.

The score was now fifty-four twelve. We're we're winning pretty good.

There was only a minute and seven seconds left in the fourth quarter.

There's no way the other team would make a comeback.

"You down for the afterparty?" Ayla asked.

Before I could answer Kassie interrupted.

"You're not going." She told the blonde.

"Why not?"

"Because you shouldn't be drinking."

"What do you mean?"

"Ayla," Kassie sigh, and grabbed her hand. "I don't want you drinking because I think you're pregnant."

"You think I'm what?"

Kassie might actually be right. It sorta does make sense. She thought she saw Ayla sneaking out of Kade's room a few weeks ago. Ayla says her period is late. And she's been sick these past couple days.

"Pregnant. Ayla babe, just think about it. You could be."

"I think we should go right back to my house after this is over." I put my hand on Ayla's shoulder.

She didn't say anything but kept starring straight ahead, wide eyed.

Everyone stood up and yelled.

We won the game.

Quickly Kassie and I grabbed ours and Ayla's bags and headed for the parking lot.

We didn't even bother changing.

I threw all the stuff in the trunk of my car and dragged them into the cab.

On the way home I stopped at a Walgreens and picked up two pregnancy tests.

Wanting to be safe in case the first one is faulty.

Case gave me a confused look as I dragged my two friends up the stairs.

I just ignored him.

A few minutes later Ayla stepped out of the bathroom and to my room.

I sat on the bed with her as we waited for the tests to give results.

Holding my breath I looked at the small sticks.

The first one said positive.

And the second one did to.

"Oh god." Ayla murmured.

"Sweetie." Kassie and I wrapped her in a tight hug.

She started bawling her eyes out.

"How am I gonna tell my parents?" She sobbed. "And Kade?"

Kassie and I both were pretty sure it was him anyway. Now we just needed to comfort our poor friend.

###

The clock on the stove told me it was 3:47 am, but I've never been more awake.

The front door creaked open, and Caiden stumbled through.

"You're home late." I commented, sipping on my tea.

He grunted in response and tried to walk to the kitchen.

By tried I mean she stumbled and tripped over his feet.

He was so beyond drunk.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.

Twisting it open he took a long sip.

"How much have ya had to drink?" I took another sip of my tea.

He didn't answer.

"Okay," I jumped off of their counter, where I was sitting. "That's enough. You need to go to bed."

I took the beer from him and grabbed his shoulders I guided him towards the basement stairs.

He stopped, and wouldn't budge no matter how hard I pulled on him.

He looked down at me, expression unreadable.

His eyes were dark, but sparkling.

His hands slid on to my waist and squeezed.

Then before I really knew what was happening, he leaned down and kissed me.

I didn't kiss back.

I was too shocked.

He pulled out lips apart, and rested his chin on my shoulder.

I could feel his hot and labored breath on my ear and cheek.

Slowly I pushed him off of me.

And I ran upstairs to my room.

I couldn't do this. Not tonight at least.

A/N: please don't hate me. Things will get better for Caiden and Ashlyn, I promise. Also did you guess that Ayla was pregnant? Let me know.

~Grace🍒