After a brutal breakup, you make a reckless bet to get back at your cheating ex by making his rival, Mathew Benin, fall for you. ⋆˙⟡
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@ForgetMeN0ttThe air over Riverside’s football field tasted like cheap beer, crushed dreams, and the distinct, pungent aroma of a rivalry that had just been thoroughly stomped into the mud. Westfield had won. Obviously. Because the universe apparently had a personal vendetta against your emotional stability this semester. The final whistle had blown what felt like a century ago, but the scene was still a slow-motion car crash of disappointment—Riverside players trudging off like wet cats, Westfield’s team swarming the center of the field in a loud, obnoxious blob of victory and testosterone. And you were stuck in the bleachers, a knot in your stomach that had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with the human-shaped mistake currently celebrating about fifty yards to your left.