Cheerleaders

Messed up big time

I glance at the four medals hung around my girlfriend's neck and the trophy in Ally's hands seeing as we won the competition.
"Tell me again what each medal is for," I urge, intertwining our hands as we walk back to the dressing rooms.
"This one is because we won the overall group prize," she says, pointing at the medal identical to mine. I nod and motion for her to continue,
"This one is the 'outstanding flyer' award,  and then this one is the teen Miss Flexibility award and this last one is the overall cheer champ medal," she explains casually.
"Wow," I say, flabbergasted. I'm happy for her but, to be honest, I feel a bit jealous. I ignore my slight jealousy as we approach our coach. He hugs Ally and Camila simultaneously.
"Good job girls".
"We should go get our stuff," Ally says. I nod and smile at our coach before pulling Camila behind me into the dressing room where all of our bags are. I watch as she pulls her team jacket over her body until she looks up at me oddly.
"What're you looking at?" she asks insecurely, tugging at the jacket.
"My beautiful girlfriend," I say, pulling her into a passionate kiss. I pull off her jacket and let my hands wander around her bare stomach. She quickly pulls away and grabs her jacket.
"Um, we should go," she mumbles, pulling the jacket back on.
"No," I say sternly.
"What's wrong with you?" she asks, running a brush through her hair.
"The question is what's wrong with you," I retort, crossing my arms.
"N-nothing," she stutters, and for a split second I see her layers of sass, attitude and confidence melt away into a scared girl.
"I'm not talking about this," she snaps, no longer vulnerable. I watch her continuing to brush my hair and sigh.
"I'm sorry," I apologise, pulling out my own hairbrush. As I do, a group of girls from our team come in, laughing about something or the other.
"Hey Lauren, hey Mila," one of the girls, Samamtha, greets us.
"Hi," I say with a small smile.
"Camila, can we see your medals?" another girl, Sarah, asks excitedly.
I catch Camila's eye in the mirror which she's facing and I can feel her discomfort.
"Uh, here," she says, pulling them out of the bottom of her bag where she had stuffed them as if she didn't wants to see them anymore.
"Let's go, Camz, the others are probably waiting for us," I say, grabbing both of our bags. She nods and follows me out.
"Thanks," she mutters, taking her bag from me.
"Let's just ditch the team dinner and go on a date," I suggest eagerly, lacing my hand with hers.
"Um, actually-," she starts nervously but I cut her off.
"What, you actually want to go for a team dinner? We go after every competition, can't we just skip this one?" I plead.
"I'm just going back to the room, I don't feel well," she says, tightening her grip on my hand as we approach where most of our team is standing and talking.
"Camz, please stay for just a bit?" I beg her, wrapping my hand around her tiny wrist.
"Okay," she agrees after having finally made eye contact with me.
"Thanks babe," I say happily.
***
A MONTH LATER
"Camz, you're taking too long," I complain, plonking down next to her on Ally's bed. We're all filling out extra curricular activity forms but it never takes long because we only choose cheerleading which has already started anyway. We just finished school and cheer practice.
"That's because I'm still choosing," she mumbles, chewing on the back of her pencil.
"Choosing?" Dinah asks in confusion.
"Just take cheerleading as always, it's more than enough to fill your time," Ally says. She shrugs and circles something on her paper.
"I finished mine, see!" I tease, shoving my paper in front of her. She rolls her eyes and briefly waves her sheet in front of me,
"So am I," she responds with a slight smirk. I quickly grab the paper from her.
"Cheeleading," I read out the first circled club and nod slightly before vigorously erasing all of the other circled clubs like running and soccer.
"Now it's perfect," I say with a smirk. She rolls her eyes at me but doesn't make an attempt to snatch the paper back.
"I need to get going," my girlfriend says, standing up.
"Why?" Dinah asks in confusion.
"Oh, um, my mum wants me home for dinner," she says, biting down on her lip.
"It's only 6," I argue. I notice her placing a hand on Ally's desk as if to steady herself.
"I'm going for a short run first," she explains.
"I'll walk you home, I should probably get going anyway, it's getting dark," I say, standing up.
"Okay," she agrees. We quickly say bye to the others before leaving.
"You okay?" I ask Camila once we start walking.
"Mmm," she mumbles unconvincingly. 
"No, seriously Camz," I say, stopping walking.
"Why do you ask?" She questions, looking up at  me with her wide, brown eyes.
"Just checking," I say with a small smile. We walk to her house with me making most of the conversation seeing as my girlfriend seems to be counting the amount of steps she's taken.
"Do you want to come in for some time?" She asks.
"Sure," I say following her in.
"My parents are out of town and Sofi is at a sleepover," she explains as we walk up to her room.
"Wait, I thought you said you had to have dinner with your parents," I say, furrowing my eyebrows.
"No I didn't," she quickly answers. I shrug and let it go, she probably has a genuine reason for having lied. I sit down next to her on her bed as she flips open her laptop screen.
"What do you want to watch?" She asks, tapping her fingers against the keys impatiently.
"I'd much rather kiss you," I tease, pecking at her lips.
"I think that can be arranged," she mumbles before leaning forward and interlocking our lips. I run my hand up and down her tanned thigh as I pull her closer to me. 
"You're...so...hot," I manage to get out as I feel her hands running through my hair. I press my body against hers, trying to feel her up as much as I can.  I feel tempted to take off her top, but I don't because of what happened last time. Instead, I just take of her jumper to reveal her cheer uniform. I slip my hands up her top which I can do without difficulty seeing as her uniform is slightly loose on her. I slip my tongue into her mouth and shudder at the feeling of her small fingers teasingly twisting my bra strap and fiddling with the clasp but not opening it.
"This is....torture," I moan, pulling her into my lap so that she's straddling me. She stops kissing means pulls away slightly.
"Lo, I'll crush you," she mutters.
"Babe, you're tiny," I groan, upset to not be kissing her anymore. I quickly pull her back into the kiss and let my hands wonder back up her top, exploring her bare back. My hands come in contact with the outline of ribs and I instinctively stop kissing her.
"Camzi?" I ask.
"Mm?" She replies, climbing off of me and walking towards her closet.
"Can I...can you do me a favour?" I ask nervously. She seems to detect my discomfort because she gives me her full attention.
"Its uh... it's sort of been bothering me for a while now," I start.
"What's wrong?" She asks with a slight frown or holding her running clothes in her hand.
"Can you take off your top for me?" I blurt out. She shakes her head in confusion,
"Why?" She asks.
"Please Camz?" I ask. "It's just... I keep on feeling all of these bones and I'm scared that you're t-,"
"Lauren," she says in a low voice, cutting me off.
"I think you should leave".
"Camz, I'm just worried," I try to explain, glancing from her bony shoulders to her thin legs.
"Well, don't be," she snaps.
"Don't go for a run," I say, suddenly registering why she has her running clothes in her hand.
"I'll do what I want," she hisses. I walkover to her and slip her top off offer her head before she can even realise what I'm doing. All I can see is more than prominent bones framed by a thin layer of skin. The sight is sickening.
"Camila," I say with a small sigh. "I think it's time to stop this diet of yours before it becomes any more serious".
"Lauren, I'm fine," she says, although her voice is shaking.
"You don't need to lose anymore weight," I say softly. I take a step towards her but she quickly steps back.
"It's none if your fucking business," she says, trying to sound angry although she just sounds broken to me.
"I can't live with the fact that my beautiful girlfriend can't see how dangerous what she's doing is," I try to explain.
"Then I guess you're not my girlfriend anymore," she snaps. I blink hard and it asked me a minute to process her words.
"What do you mean?" I ask nervously.
"WE'RE DONE, OKAY?" she suddenly shouts. I grab my backpack aggressively.
"You know what Camila? You're a bitch, dieting to be thin is so vain and full of yourself," I snap, unable to control my words. "You're just like all of those other girls who think being thin is all that matters," I continue. "I know I'm not the size of a twig like you but you're already the fucking best at every fucking thing you try. Not everyone can have such a perfect little world to live in but it's not like you have to run it in everyone's faces, okay? How much attention can you want Camila?" I scream, immediately regretting my words as I storm out of the house. I pull out my phone and punch in Ally's number.
"Lauren?" She asks.
"I'm coming over," I say, feeling my anger melting into regret and dismay.
"Are you okay?" She asks in a concerned tone. I sigh and hang up, not willing to answer the question. I messed up big time.
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