Love Ridden

Chapter 7

  The sound of squealing girls echoed in Gotham High's locker room. It was fifth period, the last period of the day, and the cheer squad was getting ready to go to an away game. The moods were high and the smell of perfume wafted through the room.

 You were sitting on a bench in your sports bra and boyshorts in front of your best friend, letting her do your makeup for the game. As she coated your lids in blue eyeshadow your mind wandered to the your red-headed lover.

  Jerome had been in Arkham Asylum for six months now, and you had sneaked off to visit him three times. It was the same thing every visit; your brought him baked treats, he pretended to be bored, the guard left, and he fucked you senseless. It was a good routine, but you still hadn't gotten an answer out of him about what he meant by saying 'I'm coming for you when I get out.'. Jerome had a life sentence, so realistically, he was never going to get out of Arkham.

  When you told Jerome that you didn't know how long you could keep seeing him, he got angry with you and you two had angry, fight sex. It seemed like every time you fought, it ended in angry sex. It probably wasn't healthy, but you were fucking a murderer.

  At any rate, Jerome got a little to rough with you and left harsher bruises than he ever had on your body, and you hadn't been back since. The letters from Jerome had stopped coming. Your phone stopped playing his ringtone, 'Crazy' by Patsy Cline, and you hadn't heard from him in a while.

  That is, until your father came home late one night with news that some patients were broken out of Arkham Asylum.

  Your other friend got behind you on the bench and brushed your hair back, putting it in a high ponytail. She tied a red ribbon around your ponytail and made a big bow.

  You thanked her as your other friend put pink lip gloss on your lips. She held up a mirror and showed you your made-up face. "Thanks." You grinned to her before standing up and getting your cheer uniform out of your locker. You pulled your burgundy spankypants up your legs, before pulling your short cheer skirt over them. You put your white turtleneck on, then put your burgundy, Gotham High cheer top over it.

  "Did ya hear?" Your friend asked, putting her uniform on, "Jason having a bonfire after the game!"

  "Jason?" Your other friend replied, "Like Jason Jason?"

  "Yes!" Your friend exclaimed, and the two giggled to each other, swooning over the school's quarterback.

  You laced up your white tennis shoes and drowned them out, going over the halftime routine in your head.

  Your friend called your name, "Are you in?"

  Your furrowed your brows, "What?"

  Before your friend could answer you, your coach came out of her office. "Alright ladies, to the bus." The squad started to leave the locker room, and the excitement was through the roof. You got on the bus, sitting towards the back and your friends sat around you.

  "So?" You friend looked at you expectantly, "Are you going to Jason's after the game?"

  You groaned and rolled your eyes, "Can't we just watch Bring it On at your house like we usually do?"

  She whined out your name, "We do that all the time! How many times can we watch Torrence and Cliff get together?"

  "I don't know about you, but I could go for another three thousand times." You joked and she laughed.

  "You do that, but we're going to the bonfire." You friend smirked.

"Why don't you want to go?" Your other friend questioned, raising her eyebrow, "Is it because your ex will be there?"

  After that last time at the circus, you had dumped your jock boyfriend because he 'forgot to come find you'. He didn't take it to well, he apparently really liked you. But your heart was spoken for, as cheesy as it sounded, he was too nice for you.

  You groaned, and she laughed at you. "He's obsessed with you, you know. You should give him another chance."

  You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, okay." You replied sarcastically.

  "Well why not?" She asked, "It's not like you're getting any on the regular...Sometimes you need that person to keep you warm at night."

  "Oh please," You exclaimed, "He wasn't keeping anything warm over here! He never even made me cum."

  Your friend rolled her eyes, "Who cares? I mean that's not really important."

  You looked at her like she was crazy and your other friend nodded her head. "Yeah, I mean, I've only cum like, twice."

  Your eyebrows flew up, "You mean like twice in one night, right?"

  She shook her head, "No like, twice in my life."

  "What?" You exclaimed, not being able to fathom what was being said.

  "What's the big deal?" Your other friend asked you, "I've only cum once and it was from head. How many times have you came?" 

  "In my life?" You asked incredulously, "I have no idea, but in one night? The most times I've came in one night is four."

  They looked at you with wide eyes. "Four? How did you not like, pass out and die?"

  You laughed, "I did pass out once, but I had a pretty good reason to wake up."

  "What was it like?" Your friend asked, "Coming so hard that you pass out?"

  "Well," You took a breath, "I saw white and I couldn't hear anything, and according to him I started shaking."

  "That's crazy." Your friend commented, staring at you with stars in her eyes. "What made you pass out in the first place?" You other friend asked.

  You bit your lip to keep from smiling, "He folded me in half and rubbed my clit really fast," You whispered and they leaned closer to you, "Then he stuck his thumb in my ass."

  They gasped. "Really?" One of them asked and you shook your head, cackling in your seat at their faces.

  "Bitch!" She exclaimed, elbowing you and laughing with you. "I knew she was lying! Like you'd let someone put a finger in your ass!" You bit your lip and said nothing, listening to them tease you.

  After a while, everyone began to chant on the bus. "Score number four! We want more! Hit 'em where it hurts and knock 'em to the floor!" You all chanted in your cheerleader voices together and shook your pompoms.

  You were all getting hyped for the game when a red gas truck, speed in front of the bus. Men in white jumpsuits with black straps around them and guns jumped out of the truck, knocking on the bus door. Screams sounded from the bus and as the doors were opened.

  You furrowed your brows, "What's going on?" You muttered to yourself, trying to see who was coming on the bus. A bigger guy came on the bus, dangling handcuffs with a sick grin. He walked up and down the aisles, handcuffing all of you to the bus seats.

  When he got to you his hands brushed up your exposed legs, making your skin crawl. He smiled up at you and licked his lips and you glared at him.

  "Such a pretty face," He grinned and his eyes wandered lower, "And such soft, supple skin."

  "You're fucking disgusting." You sneered at him and he just looked you over once more before leaving the bus. Everyone around you was screaming, and it wasn't the jovial sound it was before.

  Another person stepped on the bus, gun raised high in the air. He stood tall, his fiery hair brushing the ceiling of the bus, and grinned wildly.

  Your eyes widened in horror and you bit your lip to keep the scream bubbling in your throat from leaving. Your friend cried next to you, tears rolling down her face as she watched what was happening.