Free White Liar by T.J. Sin Page B

could do was smile in return.    

     
            Yeah, I did it…what ya going to do about it,   she thought smugly to herself.  

     
            Hearing someone call his name, Justin jerked his head back around and said something before sticking his head back in the huddle.   John was still on the outside of the circle dancing around like a fool.   Chloe heard them chant. “One… two….three…Team!” and watched the group of boys scatter around like little ants all over the field.

     
            Justin took his place behind the line and she didn’t miss the way that he dug at his britches trying to ward off the itch in his pants.   He crouched down under the center and in a frenzy of shouts and commands, he stood up with the ball in his hands and pretended like he was going to throw it. When suddenly John come from out of no where racing down the sidelines with the ball in his hands.    

     
            Everyone around her jumped to their feet.   The announcer guy's voice barked through the intercom, “TOUCHDOWN, by number 22, the Warriors very own John , The Lightning Strike has struck again!”

     
            She sat there in her seat at a total loss for words.   Twenty seconds into the game and they already managed to score?   She glanced down at the end zone where all the guys ran in behind John to congratulate him.   They were high-fiving each other and then just as quickly ran back to the center of the field to line back up.   Then there was this other guy, she couldn’t really tell who he was with those helmets they had on, stepped back, ran forward and reared his leg, kicking the extra point.

     
            The point was good and afterwards all of the other guys ran off the field and towards the bench.   Chloe continued to watch on in amazement and smiled hugely when she noticed Justin half dragging John towards the locker room.   She had no doubts what those two were going to do.   They were making a bee line to the locker room in order to clean themselves up.  
     
            But more importantly with that last scathing glance Justin shot off in her direction, she knew that her point had been made and better yet, that he had felt it.   Oh yeah, she nodded with pure satisfaction, he felt it all right, deep... deep within his most manly man parts.
     
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            “I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming to this dance.”    

       
            Erica smirked.   “Live a little Chloe.   You already had the dress for it.”  

     
            Chloe frowned at her and wanted nothing more than to turn around and hightail her butt right back out of there.   She hated parties and dances.

     
            “Come on,” she said, dragging Chloe by the arm.   “You did the deed, now it’s time to rub it in some.   That‘s the best part.”

     
            “They won,” she replied sardonically, letting the reality sink in.

     
            Erica shrugged. “Yeah…so what?   They still looked like idiots digging at their crotch and running off the field after that first touch down.”

     
            That made Chloe chuckle.   Remembering what Justin and John looked like when they were scratching themselves made her feel more light-hearted.   “Yeah, they did, didn’t they?” she wholeheartedly agreed.   “Especially when Justin tripped and face planted just as he reached the door.”

     
            Erica held open the door and waited for Chloe to go in.   “Yeah, that was pretty damn funny.”

     
            Chloe passed by her.   “I have to give it to him though, the boy has some skills.   Even with all that happened, he managed to pull off a score and win the game.”

     
            Erica cut her cousin a sharp glance.   “Yeah…whatever,” she said and dragged her into a room that was filled with balloons and