All Hail The Queens (Lesbian)

Chapter Three

I really hated games.

I stood in the middle of all the swelling crowd of swooning teen hormones and over zealous over hyped sport fanatics, trying to find sanctuary.

The crowd moved from the lobby to the bleachers and I managed to cling on to the rails that lead up to the them. I straightened my jacket and smoothed back my hair. The cheerleaders was stretching and casually talking nearby and I looked pitifully over at Nova who's back was towards me. Nova always looked so good in her uniform, if I wasn't so upset at her I would have went over there despite the hate glares from the cheerleaders.

To be perfectly clear, I wasn't removed from the team. I left.

I did it for Nova. When I saw of intense or secret affair was getting I knew I could ruin everything for her by staying on the team. My junior year I stood before the squad and announced my resignation.

"You are not fucking serious," Ash said, laughing bitterly. "You do know that we have a competition in like 2 week, you expect us to find some replacement for you?"

"Look, I'm really sorry. Like I'm more than sorry but I can't stay on the squad."

The girls all asked "why" and "what's going on" and all I could do was look into Nova's eyes who stared back at me with wide sad eyes.

"Yeah, Gia. Why are you leaving the squad?"

I looked away from Nova and sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you."

It was in that moment that my little empire fell and my allies lost all respect for me. Ash was so disappointed in me she said I should never show my face around the gym again. I quietly accepted my exile and I left for good.

Now all I can do is watch them from afar, sort of missing the cheer life but deeply craving Nova.

"Hey, Gia!" I looked over my shoulder and saw Troy wearing a number 15 jersey number in support of Payton.

"Isn't this gay. You don't think that's too much?" I said hugging him.

"As if I care about the opinions of bottom feeders. I came to support our boyfriend."

"Well I am so glad your here, seriously. I almost took the escape route and choked on a hot dog bun."

"Gia, why are you dressed like a 1920s paper boy?" Troy looked me up and down and I stood with my hands on my hips.

"It's a metaphor."

"I hate you writers."

"Well you queers aren't all that special," a British voice came from behind Troy. He stepped aside and a tall well dressed I might add girl with short curly hair and the most attractive beauty mark above her lip approached us. She locked arms with Troy.

"Alot better than you, butch. Speaking of horrible fashion sense, Gia this is my mate Soren."

I smiled shyly at Soren who raised her eyebrow at me before offering her hand.

"Bailey. Soren Bailey."

"Gia. Just Gia."

"Alright Just Gia, I gotta say I love your get up. Very strong metaphor I'm getting from you."

Troy gagged. "I hate you."

"Well thanks." was all I could say without blabbering like some idiot.

Soren was amazingly gorgeous. I didn't think there was any other girl as beautiful as Nova. And here she was with this charming British accent and boyish look.

I just so happen to gaze over my shoulder and saw Nova staring up at us.

Her expression was stale, but I saw the hurt in her eyes from where I stood. I backed away from Soren and nervously pushed my hair back again.