Risk - An Ethma Story

ONE

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Emma

Screams and hollers echoed loudly from the bleachers. On the board, Single digits decreased by the second. My team and I all hovered enthusiastically to the fences, watching him run.

The fastest, and Smoothest runner on the team. I mean, you could barley see his two legs from a distance. Number 8 was his jersey number. Everybody around me was yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs. "Go! Go! Go!" They kept saying, but I was just quiet. I didn't like being loud. I enjoyed observing.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!" Everyone shouted.
And just in time, number 8 leaped into his touchdown."BEEEEEEP!" The game was over.
The crowd cheered, shouted, cried, some even rang their bell.

The score was 32 to 31.We won. A whole season undefeated. This game determined if we were making it to the championships, and we won, again. After having been doing cheerleading for the last three years I've been attending Longville Highschool...We've been undefeated.

Me and my girls all ran up to each other, screaming with excitement. Jumping up and down with joy. All the football players did the same thing, holding up number 8. There chants projected throughout the entire field as they exited.

One player from the crowd left the huddle and started running over to my group. I knew who it was, but I tried acting like i didn't by turning my back to him. All the sudden I feel hands turn me around aggressively, and lips press against mine.

The girls backed up from us making ooo's and aaawww's. The crowd sitting in the bleachers copied my cheerleaders. So I kissed him back, but not because I wanted to. He moved his hands down to my lower waist, pulling me closer to his sweaty chest. My hands traveled down his jersey, and slowly pushed him away from me. I only did a little push so no one really saw my action.

He brought his dirty hands up to my face, looking me in the eye. I stared at him, but broke the 'connection' to glance at my fathers reaction. He was smirking, with his hands clapping slowly. I sighed in relief. "Meet me at my car in 30." Jack told me, and I gave a quick nod. He ran to the locker rooms, while I returned to my cheerleaders.

I hate doing that. Everything about it makes me uncomfortable. But I don't have a choice.
I have to continue to pretend that I 'love' him.  I could give less of a shit about him. All the rich boy wants from me is a quick fuck, and has literally no good intentions. My father forces me to stay with Jack though. My own father makes me stay with him knowing what his 'future son' wants to do to his daughter.

I headed to my car to grab something to put over me. It's a bit chilly tonight. I hoped that my brown fluffy jacket would be in the backseat. I heard an engine of a car drive up next to me.

"Hey chamberlain, nice ass." Coming from a males voice followed by a bunch of other males giggling. I turned around, crossing my arms with a dirty look. They continued. "Yea! Heard 'Jacky' was gonna' make his move on you tonight." They all started laughing historically. Was that true? My anxiety started bursting through the roof. "Oh just like that time 'Sandy' made a move on you, then left because your dick was too small?" I argued back, and the whole car filled with oooooooo's. Even though is was dark out, i could still depict his red face.