The field was alive with energy as the students celebrated the win but Alaric was not interested in it. The moment his teammates let him up from the pile, he transformed into his human form with ease, standing gloriously naked in the middle of the field
Thankfully, the special staff approached him with clothes, and while most players accepted both shirts and pants, Alaric grabbed only the pants, urgently wanting to see his little minx. Pulling on the pants haphazardly, he didn’t even bother fastening them properly before sprinting toward her.
Violet, meanwhile, was still celebrating with others. Although all Elsie had done was glare at her and left, some of the elite students surrounded her, showering her with compliments about her impromptu cheerleading performance.
One named Mira and part of the cheerleading squad advised her to come for tryouts.
"Tryouts are next week. You’ve got raw energy, and the crowd loves you. You’d make a great addition to the squad." The girl said to her.
Except there was a little problem.
Amanda Raynes, Griffin’s ex-girlfriend, was the leader of the cheerleaders. She would probably not take kindly to her stepping into her domain. But then, Violet had never been one to be taunted by a "little" problem.
However, aside from Amanda making things difficult for her, the idea of joining the cheerleading team felt... strange. Violet had never liked it, often associating them with superficiality.
After all, why would a bunch of women wear clothes that left little to the imagination only to cheer for a bunch of horny men who no doubt saw them as nothing but sex symbols.
However, after dancing for Alaric today, Violet realized perhaps she had been too quick to judge. Her dance had been inspiring enough to rally a losing team to victory. Such power was not something to be taken for granted.
It wasn’t just cheerleading. Violet began to realize how much her upbringing with Nancy had shaped her warped views on attention and relationships with the opposite sex.
Her mother ruined love for her, making it seem all dirty and nothing but a transaction.
Although the students here pretty much wanted to get into each other’s pants, her one day relationship with Alaric taught her that love was a beautiful thing — with the right person though.
"I’ll think about it," Violet said politely.
And regarding Amanda, she’d know how to cross that river when the time reached.
It seemed the response was good enough for Mira who said "See you around then."
and sauntered off, only for another to take her place.
Fame was really exhausting.
Violet was talking with the current elite student when Lila tapped her shoulder, "Violet, look!"
She turned just in time to see Alaric sprinting toward her with a speed that stole her breath away.
The gods have mercy.
Her heart skipped as he leapt over the bleacher’s demarcation with fluid grace, his tousled white hair catching the afternoon sun. His glowing blue eyes locked onto hers, and she swore the world slowed down.
She smiled. "Alaric, you did —"
Before Violet could finish her sentence, Alaric closed the distance between them, his hands cradling her face as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. The rest of her words dissolved into a soft moan, her body instinctively leaning into him as his tongue teased and tangled with hers.
Violet felt her senses swim, a headrush overtaking her as she clung to him for balance. Her hands reached for his waist for purchase but found something else instead—his firm, muscular backside. Before Violet could stop herself, her fingers squeezed his ass, drawing a deep groan from Alaric that reverberated through her, and lit a fire straight to her core.
Fuck her life.
Alaric pressed her closer, his bare chest flush against hers, his lips relentless as they devoured her.
Violet squeezed tighter and Alaric pressed her body flush against him till her breast was flushed against him, their body outlined together. The kiss was intoxicating, bordering on erotic, and Violet couldn’t bring herself to care about the stares or the phones recording the moment.
For over five minutes, they kissed relentlessly like two twin souls who finally found each other and didn’t want to let go. It wasn’t until the cheering around them became deafening plus the inevitable need for the air, that they finally broke apart.
Violet’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath and Alaric looked no better; his lips were swollen, glistening, and curved into a satisfied smirk. The crowd as usual erupted in deafening cheers, they had given them quite a show after all.
Leaning in, his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "I wish so badly I could fuck you right now."
Violet froze, his words sending a rush of heat through her. But the damage had been done and now, her mind painted an image of Alaric bending her over the table in his workshop and plowing into her with that passion he had displayed on the field.
And her traitorous body betrayed her, Violet felt a wetness in between her legs. Thank the gods she wasn’t in a space alone with Alaric, because Violet knew without a doubt she would have given in. The both of them were currently running on the adrenaline of the match and would have done something reckless.
As if his first confession wasn’t enough, Alaric leaned in again, his lips brushing against her ear as he said, "I think I’m falling in love with you, Violet Purple."
Oh no.
Violet’s world tilted. Those words—so simple yet so devastating—hit her like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t fall in love with her, not not when she intended to break up with him tonight.
Gods, this can’t be happening. Her worst nightmare has happened! She was truly going to break his heart.
Her throat tightened, her chest constricting as she forced a smile, trying to mask the anxiety brewing inside her. Alaric kissed her again, and though she responded, her mind was elsewhere, drowning in guilt.
As Alaric pulled away, his teammates calling him back to the field, Violet stood frozen, her heart aching.
She really didn’t want to break up with him. Violet was tempted to bury that encounter with Asher and take the secret to the grave. But knowing Asher, if she didn’t make the move, he’d make the move for her in a way she wouldn’t like.
Neither could she imagine the look on Alaric’s face when he finds out what she did with Asher. He would look at her like a slut and probably never forgive her. That was why she had to let him go first.
She can’t be like Nancy.