Better™(Feat. Roc Royal)

2. Backseat

Throughout practice all i could think about was Roc. Once in a while i would zone out when i was supposed to be in the middle of teaching the new freestyle routines or stunts for halftime at the games. And trust me when i say that these girls need all the practice they can get. The guys would catch on the first time the routine was showed to them.

A stupid hoe always have to fuck it up and make my squad look bad. These bitches can't do shit right. It's like babysitting! Well that's why I'm captain, right?

Of course I'm a cheerleader. You know those stories where the main girl is the head of the cheer squad and her boyfriend is the fine, popular boy on the football team that every one swoons over? Yeah. That's my life. But i dare a bitch to try and come on to Chres. Weave will be snatched.

"Vaeh!!" I snapped out of my thoughts and shook my head, trying to remember where I was.

"Sorry, what were we doing?"

Ciera rolled her eyes. "We were gonna run through the routine," she reminded me.

"Right.." Someone pressed 'play' on the stereo remote and Rihanna Feat. David Guetta; Right Now, began to play. I bobbed my head a few times to get into it before counting down after the long interlude.

"5, 6, 7, 8!"

I grabbed my gym bag and my water bottle, ready to go home and shower after a long, hard practice.

"Neaveh! Where are you going?! I don't get out of practice for another 30 minutes!" My twin sister, Natalia, yelled to me from across the field. I'd be lying if I said we were exactly alike. First, we're fraternal twins. We barley look alike but, we have some similar features, like the same silky dark brown hair my mom has, same chubby cheeks, same hourglass figures. But two very different personalities.

"I'm catching a ride with Christina! I'll see you at home!" From a distance I could see her nod in approval and shoot me a thumbs-up. I exited the field and walked quickly to the school's parking lot, where my ride was waiting for me. I opened the passenger's door and hopped in the all too familiar black Range Rover. I immediately beamed at the body sitting in the driver's seat and leaned over, giving him a long, sweet kiss. I know I shouldn't have lied to Natalia. But if I would've told her who was really getting a ride from, she would've called and ratted me out to Dad pronto.

"I don't know what you doing up here. Get that ass to the back seat," he demanded seductively. I didn't notice the bulge in his pants until now. I blushed and giggled before crawling to the back seat. Chres soon followed after me, almost instantly pressing his lips to mine. I snaked my arms around his neck, laying back across the seat, taking him with me. He tugged on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I gladly accepted and our tongues wrestled as I slid my hands down his chest to the end of his shirt, lifting it up. He disconnected our lips and sat up, sliding his shirt off over his head.

I took a second to scan his sexy, tan, toned upper body. I bit my lip in desire as my hand made its way to his belt. Before I began unbuckling it, he shooed my hand away and his famous panty-droppin' smirk made its way across his lips, sending a burning tingle sensation down south.

"Oh, no no baby girl. You gotta earn that," I was sick of waiting. I was throbbing like crazy and someone needed to take care of it. I grabbed the hem of his jeans and pulled him down to me, glaring into his lustful eyes.

"Listen Chresanto, you can't just get me all ralled up and then have me 'beg for it', fuck that. We've been over this; you turn me on, we fuckin'. Now, give me what I want and cut the shit," I snapped angrily as I continued to burn holes into his pupils. All he did was send me that smirk again and smash his lips to mine to shut me up.