Eagle's Nest

The Eagle Nest was located just outside the baseball stadium, an old large storage shed that had been transformed into a secret hang out area for the football boys.

He walked inside with the other boys, all mostly bigger than him in height and muscle size. It still felt a little surreal.

“Beer keg is ready to go, get stuck in boys,” one of the senior players said as they entered.

The place was lightly dimmed and they had just put some music on in the background through the big speakers that were connected. Mark took a moment to look around the place, there were already girls inside, most looking quite particularly slutty, maybe that’s the only way they get inside, he thought. He then took his attention to one of the walls that had hundreds of Polaroid pictures of players and girls who had come here.

Checking them out, he saw some familiar faces right away. Miranda was pictured several times, Tiffany of course being one of the most popular girls in school, her pictures were mainly with her ex-boyfriend Travis. There was Jess, looking absolutely stunning but also very, very drunk.

Mark got a beer and wandered around the party waiting for Winter and checking out the other girls. All the cheerleaders were there, looking sexy in their uniforms and flirting with the players. Mark wondered if he could pull Winter into another threesome tonight and began searching for prospects.

When he entered the next room, someone came up behind him. His eyes were immediately covered by female hands with someone whispering "Guess who" into his ear.

Mark thought for a moment, considering which girls he knew that would be at the party. Then he caught a whiff of perfume and knew instantly.

"Tiff!" He answered

"Got it!" She laughed giving him a hug when she turned around. "Come on, I want to introduce you to people!"

Tiffany linked her arm through Mark’s and tugged him toward a circle of glamorous chaos by the DJ table, her beautiful brunette ponytail bouncing with every confident step.

They reached a group that looked like they had just walked out of a teen drama pilot.

"Okay, okay—listen up!" Tiffany announced, loud enough to override the bass. "This is Mark. He's adorable, he's new, and he’s officially cool enough to hang."

A few heads turned with sudden interest.

First to step forward was Lola, the cheer squad co-captain. She was statuesque and bronzed, with legs for days and beachy caramel-blonde waves that framed her perfectly symmetrical face. Her piercing green eyes gave her the energy of someone who knew they were always the hottest person in the room.

“Well hellooo, Mark,” she purred, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “Nice job today, but we really need you guys to step it up, the after parties are always more fun with a winning team”

Mark chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, thanks. I mean—not that I—uh—”

Lola giggled, winking at him. “Relax, new guy. ”

Next to her, lounging on an overstuffed chair with her legs tucked up like royalty, was Kenzie Malloy. Auburn hair pulled into a sleek high bun, freckles, and bright blue eyes that flicked over Mark with amused detachment. Her tiny cheer uniform hugged every curve she had perfectly and she idly twirled a lollipop between her fingers. Kenzie was known for starting drama with a smile and getting away with everything by batting her lashes.

Tiffany motioned toward her. “That’s Kenzie. Don’t let her sweetness fool you—she’s the reason three couples broke up after Homecoming.”

Kenzie smirked without missing a beat, popping the lollipop back into her mouth.

Perched on the edge of the couch in knee-high boots and a black cheer jacket bedazzled with rhinestones was Roxy Carter, the team’s choreographer and certified queen of cool. Half-Black, half-white, with warm brown skin, a sharp jawline, and a shoulder-length bob dyed silvery lavender at the ends, Roxy had that magnetic look that could stop conversations. Her eyeliner was sharp, her nails were matte black, and her vibe was pure boss energy.

Tiffany lowered her voice like it was top secret. “That’s Roxy. She designs all the routines and scares our coach a little. Also, she once made a frat president cry with one sentence.”

Roxy gave Mark a single, slow up-and-down glance and the smallest of smirks before returning to her phone, casually taking a selfie.

Mark tried to act unfazed, but Tiffany caught the slight flush in his cheeks and laughed.

"Okay, enough people for now. Come with me. I have a little surprise for you."