Prom Queen ⚢ [EDITING]

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"god save the prom queen
only eighteen"

The locker room reeked of body odor and pre-game musk when I stepped inside. Technically I wasn't allowed to be here, but the guys were like brothers to me at this point. Plus, I wouldn't have to be here, if Graham wouldn't have left his jersey at my place from yesterday.

I handed it to him with my lips pressed together and my eyebrows in a frown.

"Thanks, babe." He tore his shirt off immediately and replaced it with the black long sleeve he wore under his jersey.

"You're the worst," I was sure to let him know.

He just smiled in return. "Love you too."

I groaned at him, but I couldn't deny that he was cute when he did that. His perfectly shiny teeth in that comforting grin—it always seemed to have an effect on me.

He pulled the jersey over his head, a giant number twelve plastered on the front and back. He pulled me into a tight hug when he got the chance, kissing my head before he let me go.

I sniffed his chest before he released me. "God, you stink."

He chuckled as a few of his teammates started to joke with him after hearing my comment. I took that as a sign to get out of the locker room, not even realizing the game would be starting in half an hour.

I left and checked my phone, not surprised to see it was completely bare. The last notification I received was a message from my father asking me to let him know when I made it home after the game. Neither of my dads was really the type to care about curfews, especially since I didn't go out enough to ever seriously be in danger. But since I drove Dad's car tonight, he wanted to make sure I'd stay safe.

I took a seat near the front of the center bleachers on the home side, knowing where to get the best view of the game and where Graham had the best view of his amazing girlfriend. I set my plastic water bottle down on my seat to save it while I made my way to the concession stand.

"Just one popcorn, please," I ordered as soon as the line cleared up. The student council members behind the counter shuffled to grab it for me and handed it to me quickly. I smiled a thank you to them before heading back to my seat, only to see a group of girls in the exact spot where I had placed my water bottle.

It was them. Ingrid, Nayeli, Gabby—all of them. And sitting right beside my plastic water bottle:

Ivy Mora.

I was fine with her when she wasn't aware that I existed. Granted, when I say fine that doesn't mean I liked her. Quite the contrary. But now—after messing with me on the bus she had never ridden before, and taking my seat for my boyfriend's last basketball game of the season—now, it was on. She was starting to get in the way of the life I've worked so hard to keep simple and quiet.