Cheer Terror

We arrived at school, and before he could say anything I quickly jumped out of the car. I could already see everyone’s faces staring at us. I held my head high, took a deep breath, and walked forward ignoring all of the curious faces. I could hear the whispering from everyone I knew this morning. It was as if I could hear their voices in my head. An inane babble of voices like a broken record that will not shut up. Asking questions like “Are they together?” “what about Whitney?” “Is Kayla now the new queen B?” amongst the questions were jealous bitches making snide comments “slut” “whore” “mate stealer” and “gold-digger” Don’t ask me how I was hearing everyone’s internal monologues; I don’t know. I did my best to block everything out.

I ignored the tingling feelings my body was giving me. How he matched my strides, how he tried to press me into him, how feverish my body was feeling next to him. How his hands tried to caress my backside as I continued to resist him and the urges I was f