43 - Gamma Girl

~Gemma~

Our Gamma was a fucking badass bitch.

We did our pre-game dance, which included an embarassing amount of twerking and hand movement. We ignored the snickers and laughs directed our way. I didn’t hug her or get mushy. Instead, I encouraged her.

“You go out there and kick some wannabe ass! Show us all why you are the mothereffing Gamma! Go get this done so we can get drunk later tonight!” I swatted her ass. “Claws out. Balls out, baby!”

“You got it, shorty!” Sammie cracked her knuckles and then her neck. She wore a black sports bra and some fitted, knee length shorts. Earlier, I braided her hair and helped her with makeup, mainly lipstick and mascara. Let’s be honest. The girl needed no adornments.

We gathered outside in a cleared area in the woods. The snake pit, we called it. Sammie made her way to the ring where Tim already waited. Fucker. I fidgeted, pulled at the skirt of my dress. It upset me that Sammie had to go through this more often than I liked. It was hard to