Cheerleader? I barely even know her. by thesecondgoddess, literature
Literature
Cheerleader? I barely even know her.
Here I am, whimpering under the bleachers. I can’t believe I let them see my phone. I can’t believe I had my lock screen save to a photo of the Gladiatrix. She’s just a dumb character made for girls, not boys. I should have known better. With my knees curled up to my chest, I pulled out my phone and changed the lock screen to a blank background and deleted the photo of the Gladiatrix.
Footsteps rained down the bleachers as the cheerleaders went to the field to practice. I had never watched them train before, but now, gazing through the slots, I could watch the spectacular show as the cheerleaders throw each other up into th