Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy
she muttered, getting off her bed and heading toward the bathroom.
The moment she closed the door, I grabbed my phone and opened P*******t. My fingers moved frantically across the screen, searching for the brightest, most overwhelmingly pink outfits imaginable. A full cheerleading set caught my eye—short pleated pink skirt, matching crop top, pink pom-poms, ribbons, even pink sneakers. It was too pink. Ridiculously, blindingly pink. But that was exactly the point. I added everything to my cart and ordered it with express delivery.
I spent the rest of the day and the next watching cheerleading tutorial videos, practicing routines in front of the mirror until my arms burned and my voice turned
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