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- like butterfly wings, Kit chuckled.

“I’m good to lose this one,” she said as she adjusted the seat forward. Leaving her messenger bag, and camera bag, she climbed back out.

Because even ‘she’ wasn’t prepared to test Marcellus, or even Tommy, on this.

| Game Day Fever |
This wasn’t the ‘first’, or even the second, time she’s seen that gesture. ‘This’ time, Nat’s voice popped up in her head ‘Ooooh, he don’t play ‘bout you. Even to his own best friend? You better get ya’ ass up.’

Raising her hands in concession, which is more like flicking them outward kinda -
- ‘both’ of y’alls muscles singin’ from here.”

She really ‘was’ trying to be reasonable.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to stretch out in the seat that ‘actually’ does that, instead of having to accordion yourself in ‘and’ out?”

She raised her brows higher, if that was even possible.

| Game Day Fever |
The girl raised both of her brows while poking her head out between the seats. First, kissing Marcellus’ cheek.

“Not that I don’t ‘wanna’ be in the front. But as somebody who literally just witnessed ‘hell week’ for y’all,” Which she didn’t mean in ‘literal’ terms of a week. “I can hear -
- seat forward to climb in the back.

| Game Day Fever |
- different.

“Y’all look like hell,” she quipped in perfect Capitan Obvious mode. “Next time, you should give me your keys. I could ‘at least’ have the A/C going.”

She didn’t ask further questions as she took it upon herself to open the passenger door, before adjusting the -
- in collecting her things before making her way down.

Luckily, it didn’t take her long to make it to his car, seeing both boys practically doubled over. She’d ‘like’ to say it was unusual, as she’d been to enough of their practices to have seen it a dozen times before. And yet, this was -
- trickle out at a point. Which was saying something. For a while they’d started cheering ‘You got this’ and ‘Don’t give up’.

For obvious reasons, Kit stuck around. She even felt bad for Tommy. Marginally speaking, of course.

When Marcellus’ text tone chimed on her cell, she didn’t waste time -
The obvious torture-fest had got to a point that Kit couldn’t even take pictures without feeling like she was collecting inevitable evidence. Watching the repeated drills ‘actually’ started to feel like a hazing that was hard to watch.

Even the fans that stuck around on the bleachers started to -
- to be put through.

“Trust me, I know. I’ve ‘seen’ it,” she pouted. “Go ahead, I’ll be here when y’all are out.”

| Game Day Fever |
- when the coach’s whistle rang out like a bell tolling the entire team’s doom. And, just maybe, that’s exactly what it was.

Despite the utter despair on Marcellus’ face, Kit raised her hand before gently scratching into his short curls. As if that’ll somehow ease whatever fresh hell he’s about -
The girl snickered, her grin spreading across her face because ‘no’ she had not forgotten that she made a big deal about him coming to her house. Or being in her room. And yet, ‘that’ plan had flown out the window the second she offered up massage treatments.

And she was ‘about’ to point that out -
- impression. “I ‘figured’ I ain’t made that clear enough.” Her laugh quieted a little as she nodded.

“That’s exactly what I’m planning.” Her grin was all teeth still, “With all ‘that’, you might be getting me home late. But it’ll be fine. I already told my dad I’ll be with you.”

-
For all of a ‘second’, the girl raised her brows until he circled back to what she’d just said. She snickered a little, having suspected he missed it when she offered it the first time.

Though, she hadn’t said the ‘words’, which made it funny for her.

And then she outright laughed at his -
- thing, she didn’t notice.

But her face lit up at the thought, “So... Carb-loading ‘and’ a massage...” She playfully tapped her chin with her finger, “Deal. ‘But’ if you crash in between either of those options, I’m choosing not to hold it against you.”

| Game Day Fever |
Grinning, all teeth, Kit poked her fingers through the rungs like she could actually reach him.

“You don’t ‘know’ because you don’t see yourself,” She snickered. “Luckily, you got a girlfriend who takes pictures of everything.”

If she ‘was’ doing that leany, foot-swaying -
- straightened up, “How about I just leave the driving to you and you let me help you out with that.”

| Game Day Fever |
- remembered what she said, she nodded. “Yes, a ‘hunchy’ thing. You put your hand like right above your hip,” She explained while demonstrating it to the best of her ability. “And your shoulders go back like you’re trying to escape your own skin.”

She snickered as she -
- Which would have one wonder what antics they pulled whenever she ‘wasn’t’ around.

Her eyes were cut so hard, she almost missed that he repeated himself. Suppressing the roll her eyes wanted to take all the way under the bleachers, she turned her attention back to him.

Chuckling as she -
Kit’s gaze ‘absolutely’ trailed after the girls. That had been a near constant thing with him. She understood, he’s the star quarterback, but that didn’t mean it didn’t grate on her nerves every single time it happened.

She was ‘almost’ convinced they did it ‘specifically’ when she was around. -
- a little excited at the idea.

Then, even if she tried to play it off, she couldn’t. “I ‘did’ actually. From up there, it doesn’t look like y’all are being put through a Jigsaw puzzle, but I can tell. You do that little ‘hunchy’ thing with your shoulders.” She teased back.

| Game Day Fever |
“Might? Yea he’s ‘definitely’ putting y’all through it if I get a ‘might’,” she shook her head while pushing her fingers through the rungs of the gate. Though she couldn’t help chuckling at his offer to walk her through it.

“You’d trust me with your Bumblebee like that?” She grinned, -
- mom’s too impatient, and Nat plays too much.

| Game Day Fever |
- steps down until she got to the gate.

“Y’all coach is insane,” she said with a chuckle. “You sure I won’t need to drive ‘you’ back home?”

It was a tease, both of them fully aware she hasn’t yet learned to drive. Not that she hasn’t ‘tried’. Her excuses, her had’s too aggressive, her -