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15. Twinkie's

I tightened my ponytail as I walked out of the girls locker room and made it about five feet before being pushed to the ground. Dillon stood in front of me, sporting a big black eye and cut lip, nervously glancing around. It felt good to give him that black eye or at least be the cause of it. I saw the footage that Kim took of my cheer. The look on Dillon's face was priceless as I did my cheer. It was just after the cheerleader tryouts and sprinklers that Dillon and Kyle just happen to bump into each other. The rest as they say is history and plastered all over the internet. I almost felt sorry for him except for the million and one memories that came flooding back to me of the times that he had hurt me.

"You have some nerve blurting out that crap in your cheer." Dillon gritted out.

"What happened to your eye?" There it goes again. My mouth blurting something out before my mind has a chance to catch up and stop me.

"You think you're clever?" Dillon sneered jabbing me with his finger.

"Yep. You know what the great thing is? It was all your idea."

"No it wasn't."

"You told me that I had better be at cheer tryouts or else, and there's even a thousand texts floating around the school to prove it." I said, feeling brave.

Dillon went to say something but couldn't, realising I was right. Sensing his slight moment of weakness, I pushed on. "It's true crap, though, isn't it?" I said smugly. I knew it was true because I had heard Aimee telling one of her cheerleader friends.

The cheer tryouts had also created divisions amongst the cheer team as they were all now accusing each other of not keeping each others secrets. Now they were all sending texts about each other around the school, divulging the many different secrets of members on the cheer team. It was causing much excitement around the school but none of it was new to me. I'd heard it all before from beneath the bleachers.

Dillon gripped my wrists, letting his eyes roam my body before he drew his gaze back up to my eyes. "You are going to regret opening up your big mouth. If you think you can get away with something like that then you are so dead wrong, you bi—"

"And what are to going to do about it?" Riley suddenly cut in, coming into view. "Hurt her? Embarrass her? Post rude and untrue things about her? Where as now you've just got a small taste of your own medicine. She's had it all before. The wise thing for you to do right now, would be to run, because I just saw Kyle and his mates 'round the corner and they are looking for a guy that cheated with his girlfriend behind his back."

Dillon was speechless once again and glaring daggers at Riley as his grip continued to tighten around my wrists due to the stress of the situation. Now he may have a slight understanding of what I went through almost everyday. Giving me one last hard squeeze, Dillon grunted and walked off.

I faced Riley with a grateful look and he returned it with a small nod and smile. "Thanks, Rye." I mumbled, rubbing my sore wrists. "I probably would've been mush if you had come a moment later."

"Anytime. And by the way, you are my hero! That was an epic cheer. Like seriously, all I could think of was Dillon picking his nose. I don't think I've ever heard anything better. It was clever. And who knew you had those moves."

"Well, I hear a lot of juicy gossip from my lunch spot under the bleachers. You wouldn't believe how much I know about the Nightmares, football team, cheerleaders and teachers." I said proudly.