In the football stands

Erik’s foot bounces as the crowd cheers around them, the football team scoring a… touchdown? Erik glances at Vi who watches the game, her eyes somewhat glazed over.

“You have no idea what’s happening either, huh?” Erik asks, bumping his shoulder against hers.

She looks over, indignant, before breaking out into giggles. “Nah! Just hot sweaty dudes smashing into each other?”

Erik snorts as he turns back to the football field, the bleachers vibrating with the movement of other students and college football fans.

“You’ve always been more of a soccer girlie right?” Erik asks, handing Vi the packet of chips, which she shoves her hand into gratefully.

“Yeah. I guess so.” She shrugs. “And basketball I guess. Never been huge on sports.”

“I never liked football…” He responds.

“American pastime, gotta do it.” She grins.

“Isn’t that baseball?”

Vi shrugs.

Erik scans the field, eyes settling on the cheerleaders starting a new routine. “I actually can’t believe you’re on that team.”

“Why? Don’t think I’m hot enough?” She teases, putting her hand on his thigh and squeezing.

“You’re the hottest there.” He replies confidently, glancing her way. “Even more than that new crush of yours.”

Vi bites her bottom lip and joins Erik in staring at the cheerleaders. “Hmm. Ophelia.”

“Jesus.” Erik laughs as he watches Vi eye fuck Ophelia from the stands.

Erik looks across the field again as their home team makes an attacking run. “Our team kinda sucks though, right?” He says as their attack gets broken up and the ball switches sides.

“Yeah… The other girls were kinda saying that.” Vi answers, looking back at the girls. “The girls are all really invested in the team.”

“Peaking in college?” Erik asks cheekily.

Vi swats his arm but covers her mouth as she giggles. “So sassy!”

The final whistle blows and the college's home team loses by 8 points. Not a great showing for them. The crowd lets out scattered applause before starting to file out. “Ophelia texted me earlier today by the way.” Vi says, showing Erik her phone. “You okay to come with me and then we can go get dinner?”

“Yeah, of course, easy.”

Erik and Vi sit on a bench outside the gym change rooms, some of the footballers recognising the newest cheerleader already and giving her friendly nods and waves, which she reciprocates eagerly. They're nice enough to greet Erik as they file out.

Eventually, an incredibly hot and somewhat intimidating asian girl comes out, flanked by a redhead and a blonde. Erik figures this must be Ophelia, since Vi squeezes his hand involuntarily and sits up a bit straighter.

They both stand up and Vi smiles at Ophelia as she approaches them, her posse making their way past the trio. “Hey Ophelia! That was a tough game to watch.”

Ophelia scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Those boys have been nothing but disappointing so far this season.”

“Speaking of boys.” She says as her gaze falls on Erik.

“Uhm, Hi.” Erik says, suddenly feeling very small as Ophelia looks him up and down with predatory eyes. Erik holds out his hand. “I’m Erik… Vi has told me all about you.”

Ophelia takes a quick look at Vi, noticing her nerves, Ophelia smirks and holds her hand out, presenting Erik with the top of her hand. “Pleasure.”

Vi stares wide eyed at Erik, motioning for him to take the hint. Erik’s hand shakes slightly in her presence, he takes her hand and leans forward a bit, kissing her knuckle lightly before standing straight and blushing. “Old school, huh?” He says with a nervous chuckle.

She stares at him, and without looking away from Erik, she addresses Vi. “Vi. I need to speak with you. Cheerleader business.” She smiles at Erik. “Just. Cheerleaders.”

Erik glances at Vi who squeezes his hand, she smiles sweetly at him. “Give me a second?”

Erik nods, still feeling somewhat… emasculated. “Of course.” He turns to Ophelia. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Indeed.” She responds.

As Erik walks away, Ophelia finally turns her heavy gaze onto Vi, who goes slightly weak in the knees.

“He’s cute,” Ophelia says.

“Yeah… He’s the best.” Vi says, swallowing.

Ophelia chuckles darkly. “Want to try that again?”

Vi shudders and nods, clearing her throat, speaking a bit more confidently. “Yes. He’s the best.”

Ophelia smirks. “Good girl. I like people that can follow instructions.”

Vi’s eyes flutter, she’s really not that much shorter than the head cheerleader before her, but she feels almost compelled to give her prey eyes, wide and innocent.

“Can he follow instructions?” Ophelia asks, taking another look towards Erik who sits on the bench scrolling his phone.

“What do you mean?” Vi asks, wondering why she’s showing any interest in Erik.

She adjusts her gaze towards Vi. “Does he listen to you? Does he follow your instructions? Does he enjoy following you, not leading you?”

Vi stammers, completely lost on this line of questioning.

Ophelia chuckles and puts a hand on her shoulder, causing Vi to almost swoon.

“Are you free on Friday?” Ophelia asks, gliding her fingers back.

Vi thinks for a moment. “I should be…”

“Try again.” Ophelia says.

“Uhm… Yes. I don’t think I have any plans.”

Ophelia smirks. “If you can’t recall any plans, safe to say they’re probably fine to ditch, no?”

Vi blushes. “I guess.” She giggles, blushing.

“Good. Come to my sorority house. I’m having a small get-together for you newer girls. Get to know you better. Let you in on a little secret we have.”

She looks at Erik who still waits, phone in hand. “Can you handle naughty little secrets?”

Vi swallows. “Yes.” She breathes.

She smiles, studying the purple haired girl. “That was the first confident answer you’ve given. How curious.”

Ophelia turns her sharp gaze to Vi, having taken a moment to glance at Erik again, reaching up she cups her cheek. Which Vi almost melts into. “You’re very hot Vi. I sure hope you’ve got what it takes.”

She drops her hand. “See you Friday.”

“Yeah… See you…”

Ophelia walks past Erik, not bothering to give him another look. Erik looks towards Vi who’s still blushing, he walks towards her.

“You okay?” He asks. “What did she want?”

“Nothing important… Just asking me to join her for a small hang with the other new girl and some of the other cheerleaders.”

Erik feels his arm hairs bristle. “Why did she ask me to leave for that?” He chuckles nervously.