gxg; billie; sub
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-your pov-
i feel eyes on me as i walk into the gym and i look over to see billie, the girl i fucking despise, burning holes into my face. a look of pure hatred.
that teal haired bitch.
honestly, i couldn't tell you why we hate each other. she's fine as fuck but her ego is bigger than her damn forehead.. which is pretty big.
i roll my eyes and ignore her as i set my schoolbag down and adjust my skirt.
worst part about this? i'm a cheerleader for her basketball team.
we've both been on these teams since freshman year and even as juniors, the hatred remains.
practice starts and i watch as her cocky ass purposely bounces the ball so bard that the noise overpowers my coach.
"o'connell!! wanna keep it down???" my coach shouts at billie and she smirks back at her.
soon after, we start to practice our cheers for the upcoming game tomorrow.
i feel my skirt start to ride up and eventually feel eyes on me once again. i look up to see billie staring at me.
we hold eye contact for a minute, full of tension and hatred which distracts me and makes me fumble my cheer. she stifles a laugh and i roll my eyes, huffing out of frustration.
i pull my skirt down and continue cheering, ignoring her stares.
after a long, excruciating practice, dealing with my coach screaming to perfect our form and the basketball coach yelling at the team for "playing weak", i need a fucking shower.
i rush into the locker room, eager to get changed and go home.
the overcrowded room leaves me unable to reach my locker meaning i have to wait until everyone clears out.
about 15 minutes later, everyone is gone and i finally make it to my locker, irritated and exhausted.
i grab my bag out and slide off my skirt when i hear the door open.
i peek my head out and see billie walking in to get to her locker which is, oh so perfectly, right next to mine!!
i feel her eyes scan my body before starting to struggle with her lock which sends me over the edge.
"for someone that hates me, you sure seem to stare a lot." i confront and she cocks her neck at me.
"oh please." she scoffs, "i wasn't staring, you just kept looking at me so i looked back, the fuck." she argues.
"i never want to look at you, o'connell. i looked because i fucking feel your eyes on me like lasers." i seethe, "fucked up my cheer and everything."
"well, maybe you're just nice to look at." she mumbles and i act like i didn't hear.
"pardon? speak up." i say in a dominating tone.
"oh please, you heard me." she rolls her eyes.
"i know but i want you to speak the fuck up and not mumble." i press, lifting my shirt over my head, quickly adjusting my bra as i see my tits literally outside of the cup.
"fuck." she whispers to herself as she catches a glimpse of the sight.
"what? can't handle seeing some titties? we're all girls here." i tease, now knowing that my appearance has an affect on her. she grumbles in response as she finally opens her locker.
