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The rest of the week went by pretty uneventfully. It was class after class followed by cheer practice followed by sitting at home and getting homework done until it was eventually time to eat dinner and then go to bed. Then repeat the next day.

It's Friday night and just like every Friday night that means football games and cheerleading. We played a team from a few towns over and completely kicked their butts. This called for a celebration. Justin Shaw is throwing the after party and let me tell you, Justin Shaw throws one heck of a party. His parties are always talked about for weeks to follow.

We're currently getting ready for the party at April's house since her parents aren't home to annoy us as April says.

After the game we rushed over here and took turns showering off our bodies. We figured we wouldn't even bother washing our hair since we would just get all gross and sweaty at the party. No use in wasting a good hair wash. That's what dry shampoo is for.

"Okay girls take your pick." April throws three outfits from her closet out on her bed and stands with her hands on her hips gaging our reactions.

The first outfit that she laid out is a black v-neck tank top paired with frayed denim shorts. The second outfit is a satin light pinkish low cut tank top paired with black skinnies with rips in the knees. The third outfit was a white sleeveless top with ruffles along the top paired with high waisted denim shorts.

Peyton snatches up the third outfit and makes her way over to April's closet to pick out some shoes to go with it. I opt for the less revealing outfit, knowing that April likes to free her rebellious side at parties. Her parents aren't a fan of her flaunting her body around in tiny clothing which is why she likes to take advantage of them being at work on Friday nights when it's time to party. But in all honesty, her party outfits aren't usually that revealing.

I decide to accessorize the outfit with a black studded belt that I found in April's closet and the black booties and jewelry that I wore to school today.

We released our hair from our cheer bows right after practice so my curled hair was ready to go after I ruffled it up a bit, I just touched up my face powder and called it good after misting myself with perfume.

Peyton and April both had their hair straight and flat ironed a few sections in their hair to get rid of the slight creases that they had from their ponytails.

At 9 o'clock we were ready, just in time for the guys to pick us up. We decided to all drive together so that we only have to have one DD.

Peyton's phone chimes when she receives a text message from Wyatt letting us know that they're here and we started to make our way out the front door.

There was a shiny black Chevy suburban parked outside of the house and I was instantly confused. Which one of these boys drives a suburban? We've already seen all of their cars and I don't remember either of them driving this suburban.

The passenger seat window rolls down to reveal Mason with a smirk on his face. "Hot damn. You girls are lookin' fine." All three boys let out cat calls and with uncontrollable laughter the three of us girls strike poses while walking down the driveway, basically the runway now.

The back door opens to reveal Wyatt and he climbs out to let us in. April climbs in first before Wyatt nudges Peyton to get in next. Wyatt sits beside her and my face turns to one of confusion as I wonder where I'm supposed to sit. Just then Mason climbs out of the passenger seat and holds the door open for me. My eyebrows crinkle in more confusion. "But where will you sit?" I ask.

"The passenger seat. You're sitting in the middle seat since you're smaller than me." He says. I peer into the car to see that where the middle console normally is on suburbans is actually a seat. I climb in and take my seat beside Will and buckle my seatbelt as Mason climbs in after me. I'm squished between both of them, my legs flush against theirs.

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