(Cheerleader au rewrite!!)
TWS⚠️: Skirts, edging, praise, public groping (?), drunk sex, lotsa drunk teens, alcohol, stomach bulging.
~Skeppys POV~
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I'm in the changing room, about to change into my cheer outfit before the bus ride to the big game, because we have to cheer right when we get off the bus.
I reach into my locker, and pull out my uniform. I bring it into one of the changing stalls, and slowly change into it, stopping at the bottoms.
"Who took my cheer shorts and replaced them with a skirt?!" I say angrily. "I didn't do it." George says, "me either." Karl chimes in. "Can one of you get the coach to bring me some spare shorts?" I ask.
"We don't have time skep, just deal with it this once." I hear puffy say. "Whatever.." I sigh defeatedly. I slip it on, and luckily it's got built in shorts.
I look behind me, and the skirt makes my ass look bigger and makes me feel like a twink. I hate this. I cannot wait for this to be over, and I have to cheer in it for an entire football game.
I leave the changing room and go to put my clothes in my bag for after, slinging it over my shoulder and heading toward the bus.
George and karl trail after me, snickering at the fact I'm wearing a skirt and teasing me the whole way.
"Reminder, I do not even have a choice in all this!" I grumble angrily.
Everyone shows up to the bus, and we all start piling in, everyone rushing past me and filling all the seats.
There's no seats left other than three next to the football players. "*whistle* hey cutie, come sit next to me!" One of them yells at me.
They start whispering, and a couple of them make crude jokes and commenting on the skirt.
"Leave him alone guys, seriously that's just kinda crappy." One pipes up, and I notice there's a free seat beside him.
The guys tall, he's a demon, has deep black skin, and bright white glowing eyes. I think I remember his name, bad?
He tilts his head ever so slightly and gives me a quaint smile. He pats the seat beside him, hinting at me to sit beside him, so I do just that.
He stands so I can get in beside him without having to like, climb over him, and then sits right back down beside me.
I put my bag down on the floor, and look out the window before we begin to take off.
"You're skeppy right?" Bad says, which snaps my attention away from the window. "Oh uh, yeah!" I say with a smile as I look at him.
"The man made of diamond. My friends like to talk about you a lot, nice to finally meet you." He says. "Oh really? What do they say?" I ask curiously.
"Well mostly commenting on how they find you attractive, or saying that we should talk and-" he cuts himself off. "We should talk? Like, you and me?" I ask.
"Well.. Yeah.. They've been trying to set me up with someone for awhile now, and they kept saying that you're just my type and that I should talk to you."
