Her Last Cheer

| Chapter Ten + Lion's Den |

song: Wus Good/Curious by Partynextdoor (slowed)

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To start off, I was crazier than Elle.

Not because I was obsessed with a man that I couldn't have and that the same man was constantly in my thoughts. Also the man that I wanted was in a committed relationship- oh wait, that was me. I did do that. I did obsess. I did constantly think about him. I did all that and more.

But I was crazier than Elle because I acted upon my actions. I set a plan in motion. Not an overly desperate plan that required me to be in a thong with my boobs out, strutting into his office and demanding him to fuck me- well maybe in my dreams my plan went like that. But seriously, in this life, my plan was simple.

I would say four words to the man. Well knock on his office door, after the game was over and make sure no one was around, then say the four words: Good game tonight, coach.

See, nothing too crazy.

And if he was the one to jump up out his chair, tower over me and kiss the living daylights out of me, who was I to object? Yes, he had a wife. Yes, he was married. Yes, it was wrong. Yes, it was right. It was the same story people, I just didn't necessarily care.

Yes! Another horrible thought came out my mind and lighting did not strike down on me! See everything was going to be okay. I just couldn't stand next to any lamp post for the rest of my life.

On a positive note, it was game day. That shoulda been noticeable since I had been talking about putting my grand plan in action. In action tonight.

Whew, was I prepared. Not just because of my plan, but because everyone got to see me and my beautiful team cheering it out later today. Our cheer outfits were to fucking die for. Our makeup would be amazing. Our moves would be dazzling. Damn, game day made me spew positivity all over the place. Crazy, really.

Today's morning practice went by swiftly. Don't be mistaken, Coach Taylor was still on that shit but remember what I said about how game day put everyone in a good mood? Yeah, her evil voodoo shit became taken over by a positive spirit. Well more positive than usual. I also noticed her new hair re-touches. Did this bitch specifically get them touched up on Thursdays, so she can look all available and horny and pretty for the new men that would be joining us on the field tonight? It was funny, because that's how it looked.

But since I needed to be channeling my inner peace: it was not my business. It wasn't my business on who she was trynna get with tonight. (But if she was trynna get it on with her own husband, then I would be on that bitch like a bee, sticking my stinger all up in her business. Then sucking on her husband's stinger that same damn night. Ha, pun intended.)

Damn. What was I talking about again? Oh, practice. So morning practice was fine. And if you're asking if I got to see Veer, I did. In a all navy blue tracksuit. Strutting around the field, clipboard present in hand, and getting the boys ready for tonight. He looked so sexy, all mad and teacherly. Was that a word? Teacherly. Who cared? All I knew was that I was going to put his stinger inside- shit, I already did the bee joke? Gahdamn.

Sorry, again. So, practice was fine. My classes after practice were fine. Lunch was mid. Me taking my afternoon nap was amazing, but before I knew it, it was showtime. When it was almost game time, my team and I went in the locker rooms to set up. Did the regular set up shit; makeup, hair, clothes, shoes, blah. Coach then gave us her famous before we hit the field pep-talk and then it was a quarter until we had to get out there. We lined up by the opening and waited for the countdown. Countdown happened and you can probably guess what occurred after that.