prologue

A smug glint crossed his eyes. "Trust me, when it comes to these walls, nothing gets out unless I allow it to".

Y/n didn't like his cockiness. "So if I screamed right now, what would happen?".

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder over his answer. "Well-" he grinned, showing off his teeth. "People would think you're having a good time, I suppose".

"You're disgusting" Y/n spat. "Why don't we test that out then, hm?".

One competition, eight groups, 32 cheerleaders. Forced to adopt a fake identity, Y/n doesn't expect one footballer to turn everything upside down. Does attraction have any place in a competition, or is y/n just damning herself to fail?