She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
He just wanted to make his brother proud. Live up to his legacy. It's not that hard, right?
One of the new girls falls into step with him. "Hey, why the long face?"
"Oh, I'm new, my name's Soph. What is it you play?"
"You totally look like a quarterback to me."
"I've had things the last couple times and I haven't lived here that long - I could start though."
"Sure, I will! I'm pretty sure they never conflict with softball..."
"I will! Do you spend a ton of time practicing?"
"Ooh, snazzy! I bet you're really strong."
Soph giggles. "But like you have some free time, right? After practices?"
And that night Soph shows up at the Bronze.
Soph, all dressed up and wearing a higher ratio of rhinestones to cheaply molded plastic than usual, goes with the direct approach. She sashays up to Scott. "Hi! Wanna dance?"
Soph is actually a pretty good dancer. She decides to ignore the cheerleader and just dance. In an extremely friendly-like manner.
One of the boys catches her eye; he's tall and built and dreamy. She heads in his direction. He's dancing with some girls already- two? Three? She can't quite see the far side of him. But that shouldn't be a problem; she's just here to flirt with cute boys, nothing serious. And cute he definitely is.
"Hey handsome, can I join?"
"Hi, Alli! This is Scott!"
"Scott, huh?" she says, looking him up and down. "You're a looker, aren't you?" She grins at Soph. "You been holding out on me?"