This jersey covers more than my cheer uniform, so…” I rambled until he interrupted me. “Yes,” he said shortly. He was still backing me through the locker room, and I had the feeling that if I took my eyes from his, all hope was lost. Like a panther closing in on you, losing eye contact would mean certain death. “Yes, your move was lame?” I asked, confused. It was hard to think when he was looking at me like that. He shook his head slowly. “Yes, I’m jealous,” he clarified. I stopped my slow escape, shocked into stillness. How was he able to turn me inside out so easily? He never said or did
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