She pulls him back with her, and she doesn't care that there's still hundreds of people, that they're cheering as she kisses him. They winning, she thinks distractedly, the side where she got the cheerleader and he got the quarterback. She pulled her back with him, her back bumping up against one of the supports as she yanks up his shirt, her nails scoring his lower back. Her mouth's demanding and the kisses are biting and it's just him. Her entire focus is only on him.