Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

11. Cheer Day

(Warning: mentions of drug use, explicit sexual content, mentions of abuse, smut)

It's been 2 weeks since Timothée and I had been to the undergrounds and the horror that was the showcase took place. My bruises have faded to sheer light blue marks that are barely visible.

My body has healed but my heart hasn't. Not even close.

I went back to the family doctor that Timothée got the medications from and unsurprisingly if your price is right, you can access to pretty much any drug you want. I got more painkillers and I take one here and there to take the edge off.

Timothée has tried to talk to me about that night over and over again. Every time I either end up shutting him down or having sex with him.

I look to the bright green field. The two piece cheer uniform I wear has never felt more constricted.

When you start to hate the school you're cheering for, all of this seems meaningless.

My blue and white skirt flows in the wind while the rest of the cheer team sways behind me. It's the homecoming game and all eyes will be on us as we cheer joyfully for the football team.

I don't feel any joy in this.

We get announced and I walk front of center to the field and not to my surprise, Timmy is there lounging on the bleachers casually. All these pathetic swooning girls are surrounding him and one is even whispering something in his ear, but as soon as he sees the girls lining up his green eyes gleam straight to me.

The his eyes make his way to my cheer skirt which causes me to blush. He takes notice and smiles coyly at me.

A couple rows up hear a loud cheering. I look to see Jacob surrounded by his friends.

His face is plastered in a cheeky smile before Jacob yells "SHOW THEM HOW IT'S DONE AMELIA!" And pumps his fist in the air.

All the girls on the cheer team look at me and laugh amongst themselves. A part of me is mortified, but another part of me is oddly flattered?

I focus my attention to Timothée when the realization hits that he just heard and saw all of that. Timothée has his neck turned to Jacob and his carved cheekbones are tense and contracting with anger.

Jacob gawks at Timothee, sneering at him.

I stand there waiting for what feels like ages for the music to start and let me eyes travel to Timothée, then to Jacob, who are both staring at eachother agonizingly.

I realize where this whole situation may be headed, and I don't like it.

After the game,I run into the school gym with adrenaline from cheering still tingling through my body. I practically sprint to the girls locker room to take a shower. I always like to be the last to shower so I get the whole locker room to myself.

I wait around for all the girls to slowly leave, "Good work today Amelia!" One of my cheermates smiles as she grips one of shoulders before heading out. I give her small smile.

Finally. I am alone.

I start to peel off my cheer uniform and walk into the showers. The warm water runs down my body as I shampoo my hair and smell the lavender scent. With my eyes closed..Timothée's face pops into my mind.

I feel myself quiver at the thought of him.
His touch on my skin.
His soft kisses.

I grab a towel and dry my hair then I pick up another towel to wrap around my body. I hear footsteps in locker room that causes me to stop in my tracks.