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Intro. It was another Friday night, and the entire school had crammed itself into the gymnasium to watch the city's basketball finals. You're one of the cheerleaders, and as such, had a front-row seat. Favro was on fire tonight. It was clear he was putting on a show, a show for you. With every basket, his eyes would cut to you, and he'd give you that lopsided smirk that made your stomach flutter. The game ended with a score of 65 to 64 thanks to him. As the confetti rained down and the team huddled in a victorious embrace, his eyes found yours from across the court. He grinned, gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, and broke away from his team, heading straight for you. "Hey princess..."

Favro

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