Borrowed Time

Chapter 129

Juliette couldn't pretend like she sat around and enjoyed cheerleading, she never had and she knew that, but she had a special bane in her heart for days when she got dropped repeatedly, be it on purpose or on accident, she didn't care. Today, it seemed to mostly be miscommunications and shit like that, but recently? She'd been dropped a lot more.

Specifically since Katherine had had her meltdown about having to touch a queer girl there seemed to be a suspicious amount of times that she was ending up on her ass and it was starting to really hurt her back and piss her off... and she was already too tired to regulate her emotions... So the end of practice was even more of a welcome reprieve than it normally was as she walked beside Becky, wincing with every step as she walked normally.

Lucky little bitch.

"Jesus, that was goddamn brutal." Juliette groaned, rubbing the sore spot on her lower back with a grimace as Becky chuckled, giving her an amused sort of look. Motherfucker, I am not being dramatic right now and if you say that I am I will set your house on fire.

Woah. Bit far.

"It wasn't that bad-." Shut up, you bastard.

"Okay, so how about I drop you on your ass for two hours straight and you can tell me just how much your tailbone hurts." That was not something that Becky appreciated hearing, that was clear from the expression on her face.

"I said I was sorry." ... Yeah. Good point.

"I know." She reached down between them where Bceky's arm was swinging and caught her hand, giving it a squeeze... She was by no means blaming Becky, she was more blaming the people who seemed to thrive off of the idea of her being broken for the season. "It's not just you, it's all of them." She said, still not wanting to discard the fact that Becky had dropped her.

Juliette grimaced as she sat down, feeling a million years old as she did.

She felt Becky's hand on her lower back and grimaced as she arched away from it. There was worry in her eyes as she sat down beside her on the bench, squeezing her arm comfortingly... She knew it wasn't Becky's fault, she knew Becky didn't want her dead for being gay... She shouldn't have snapped at her in the first place...

But who the fuck else was she supposed to snap at, right?

"Take a hot bath when you get back to the trailer." Juliette nodded in agreement. Honestly, that had been her plan... Well, taking one with Esme, but still. She would be in the trailer and she would be in a bath - therefore, it was the same thing.

"That's the plan." She was excited to settle down into hot water... God, that sounded nice... It totally wasn't about being pressed against Esme... Not at all... "I might wait until Esme's home, we can go get their stitches out and then take one together." She said, and Becky smirked at her, nudging her lightly.

"Oooo-." She gave Becky a look and shook her head. Unfortunately not, dear friend.

"No. I've given us both strict orders that we have to wait until tomorrow... That way they've healed up even more." Juliette explained, and she didn't miss the way that Becky grimaced at that... Yeah, it'd been hard, she was glad that someone understood that... Waiting wasn't the problem, she'd wait forever... It was the fact that Esme loved to tease her - light touches on her lower back, slipping their fingers just below her waistband, brushing their hands over her breasts, leaving marks on her neck just to leave her worked up... Such a dick.

"Damn... How's that been?" Becky asked, and Juliette sighed, shaking her head as she placed her hand seriously on Becky's knee. Pure torture. It's been fucking torture.