his eyes roam across his body, staring at the bare skin that the cheer uniform was putting on display. he shook his head, smirking and biting his lip.
“like i could ever stand you up, gorgeous...”
brushing off any worries he had. he’s wearing the new cheer uniforms, a one piece top and skirt, knee high white socks, and sneakers that matched the school colors.
turning to face wyatt, he smirks, hands crossing over his chest.
“was startin’ to think you stood me up.”