"Horangi High! Are you ready for victory?!"
The uproarious sea of students cheered enthusiastically at the obnoxious antics of the goofy announcer who bounced hyperactively around the court like a rabid animal. Blaring trumpets and clashing percussions riveted throughout the massive gymnasium with every rhapsodic question he fired at the spirit driven crowd.
I was slouched above the railings barred high above the action, peering down nauseously at my imbecile classmates as they were continuously goaded to hoot and holler at one another.
Sheep.
I'm literally surrounded by a herd of brainless, shallow, overly pretentious, bandwagoning sheep.
But that's what high school's all about, right?
Being a fucking moron.
So damn thirsty for popularity.
Gluttonous for acceptance.
Pathetic.
It's this kind of rambunctious fuckery that usually repels me from these kinds of rallies.
So why the hell am I even here?
My question was promptly answered when a certain sensational brown-eyed infatuation of mine took center court, threaded exquisitely in her form fitting cheer uniform that showcased her bombshell body impeccably.
Oh, yeah.
Her.
My breathing laboured as I watched Jennie elegantly prance into the spotlight, successfully achieving what the announcer didn't.
My excitement.
I hung on every energetic cheer she chanted.
Every routine she flawlessly conducted.
Perfection at its best.
Twelve other fair skinned beauty's flocked before me dressed in the same moderately revealing blue and white ensemble, ripe for the picking.
Yet, I only saw her.
A mythical goddes entrapped in mortal skin.
A merciless beauty who meddles with my sanity, setting my damned soul ablaze...
Scorching with eternal desire.
It's all her.
Only her.
When it came time for the marching band to take over, the cheerleaders quickly trotted off court and huddled together tiredly on the freshly polished floor.
A window of opportunity presented itself as I caught Jennie fiddling with her phone, taking casual, ladylike sips from her water bottle.
My hand anxiously fumbled inside my blazer pocket to retrieve my own cell.
i hope you realise just how fuckable you look right now.
- xxx
She was mid-swig when she read my message, a line hand raking through her tousled curls as she basked in my fervid remark.
you make me realise it.
- jennie
Chills trickled up my spine.
when is this shit over? i'm dying to peel off another pair of panties from those honey thighs of yours.
- xxx
The rousingly seductive way she sunk her teeth into her lower lip should have been illegal.
mmm....what if i'm not wearing any ?
- jennie
