My crush on the cheerleader (edited)

Chapter twenty six

Waking up the next morning feeling amazing as the memories from yesterday flooded through my mind. The image of Blair on top of me makes me shiver. Even though yesterday was great I hate that we can't have as many moments alone. Getting ready for the day I took a shower and got changed into my uniform. As I'm in a good mood I felt like doing a little makeup. I put on some eyeliner and mascara.

***

Going downstairs I saw that there is another letter addressed to me making my stomach instantly drop and churn. My hands shaking slightly; I went back up to my room haphazardly opening up the envelope.

Dear Addison,

Didn't you understand my last letter? You're supposed to end it with Blair. I guess as you carry on disobeying me I'll have to take action. Maybe this time she'll get more than a broken arm...

xx

My chest feels tight and everything is too loud. I can't let anything happen to her. I won't let anything happen to her. Did she see us at the play? We were sitting next to each other that must've been suspicious after all the stalker does know our history. Then a horrible thought comes to my mind, did we close the curtains?

***

I went downstairs barely touching my breakfast. All I want to do is see Blair. My mind races with thoughts that the stalker might have photos of us doing... that. This is worse than I thought. Any elation from yesterday has gone, instead replaced with an unbeknown dread. As much as I need to tell Blair, I'm worried at how she'll react. Whoever this person is we will get to the bottom of it, we have to if not who knows what'll happen.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mum asked as I looked down focused on staring at my food.

"How long do I have to stay grounded?" I questioned.

"Have you stopped being a lesbian?" Dad asked from across the table. Have you stoped being a homophobic dick?

I could lie. That would at least get me to see Blair more. We could say that we are friends and that I'm in love with the actor Andrew Garfield. No, that's crazy.

"Well?" He questioned strictly.

"You're a therapist haven't you ever had any LGBTQ+ clients?" I asked my mum.

"Well yes, I guess I have," she replied with a shrug.

"And what do you tell them? Do you tell them that they're 'confused' or that they will 'find the right man someday' how about 'It's just a phase'?" I retorted incredulously.

"No," she responded curtly, not elaborating on that point. Her face scrunching up in discomfort.

"So what do you say?" I questioned.

"I say what they want to hear, not what I believe," she sounded irritated.

"And what is that you believe?" I asked.

"I'm no longer having this conversation with you now it's time for you to go to school!" She snapped harshly before leaving the table.

***

I walked to school with Marcus because our dad wants us to. This is so we don't walk to school with who we're dating. He didn't think it through much because we met each other near Blair's house. Like normal Kyle and Blair are both waiting whilst looking at their phones.

"Hi," I said, going up to Blair giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Hi," she replied, putting her arms around my waist.

Once we'd all greeted each other we all walked to school. Kyle and Marcus are both holding hands, so are Blair and me.

When we got nearer to school we let go of the hands of each other because we're not out yet, whilst Marcus and Kyle are still holding hands. Even though their relationship wasn't announced in the best of ways I do feel envious over them being out. Blair and I have spoken about coming out to the school but I don't want her to mess up her reputation and I don't want the stalker to use any potential pictures as leverage with my dad.