Lunchtime: Madison and Jillian

Rebecca doesn't spare a glance in your direction as you both exit math.

On your way to your locker, you're approached by two more cheerleaders, who always seem to be together. Madison and Jillian are both redheads; Madison has sporty pigtails and is already wearing her cheerleading outfit even though the squad isn't required to on game days. Jillian is shorter than her friend, and her long, loose hair cascades over her pale shoulders. She wears form-fitting jeans and a tight, sleeveless blouse that goes up to her neck but still shows off her terrific tits.

"We need to talk to you," Madison says as she approaches.

"Hey Madison, nice to see you," you reply coolly.

"Cut the shit, Sammy boy. Meet us in the cafeteria in five minutes, and don't make us wait." She and Jillian march toward the lunch room, and you decide to play it safe rather than risk being sorry.

You buy a quick lunch and find Madison and Jillian sitting alone at the end of a long cafeteria table. Though people are walking and talking all around you, the public setting feels surreally confidential.

"What's up?" you ask as you sit down across from them. Jillian's bagged sandwich looks gourmet: dark bread, veggies on meat (probably some kind of tofu), sliced diagonally. Madison is holds a wrapped power bar.

You haven't really spoken with these girls since That Night. You don't have any classes together, and in a lot of ways, the whole incident was their fault. Not that you're complaining, in the end, but Rebecca was seriously debased, and you faced your own fair share of humiliation. Madison and Rebecca obviously have biggest rivalry on the cheerleading squad, though Rebecca has been trying to make nice for the past couple weeks.

"We have a problem with your girlfriend," Madison says.

"Wait, we don't have a problem," Jillian corrects. Madison glares at her as she says, "You have a problem."

"Whatever," Madison says.

Girlfriend? Do they know what Rebecca and I have been up to? You start to sweat and not just because it's ridiculously hot in the cafeteria.

"It's Rachel," Jillian says. "She's fucked things up for Madison, and Maddie's pissed."

Rachel? You're surprised to hear them mention the shy girl from your shop class. You and Rachel had quite a back-and-forth on That Night - she swiped your phone and stole some private pics, and--fair and square--you came on her, tied her up, and sent her outside naked. Okay, so she probably should have hated you after that but the whole thing seemed to have oddly transfixed Rachel. She's a sweet girl, pretty reserved, and she got caught up in the feud between Madison and Rebecca.

What's weird is that you'd been trying to speak with Rachel for the past month with no luck. You had thought, at the end of That Night, that you might actually keep seeing one another. But you can only guess that what happened was so embarrassing that she can't bear to face you anymore. She doesn't answer your texts, she won't talk to you in shop, and she avoids you at football games.

Of course, none of that has kept you out of her private life. You've spent the past month combing through her emails, Instagram, browser history. Sadly, everything was all perfectly tame. Her mom, on the other hand - now that's a different story.

"Yeah, and her fucking mom," Madison says, surprising you even further.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you say, trying to keep your cool.

"Mads had crabs," Jillian says plainly while Madison unwraps her power bar. "She told a few of us a couple weeks ago, and Rachel overheard."

"So then, the bitch goes and tells her mom, so when Derek went to the nurse with an itching problem, she fucking told him that he'd gotten them from me."

"So now, Derek's pissed at Madison for sleeping around," Jillian continues. "Not to mention giving him lice." She tries to hide her smile in her sandwich; you're not sure if Madison notices.

You can't help but think back to that first glimpse of the soft meadow of Madison's red, wispy pubic hair you saw from your hiding spot in the girls' locker room four weeks ago. Funny, I didn't see any lice when I zoomed my camera in on her pussy! you joke to yourself.

Out loud, you say, "Well, were you sleeping around?"

"That's not the point," Madison spits at you. "The point is that Rachel shared my private information, with her mom, of all people - and she can't do that."

"Okay, fine," you say. "But what does any of this have to do with me?"

"Well, it's obvious from...--you know, what happened _before--_that the two of you are close."

"To be honest, we haven't spoken since then." You're not sure why you've chosen to be truthful other than it's usually easier than lying.

"Really?" Madison asks.

"Why not?" Jillian says.

"I don't know," you reply. "To be honest, I thought one of you might be able to tell me."

"No clue," Madison says with a smile. "But that does make things easier. I'll be honest, too; I didn't want to fuck things up for you. But if you're out of the picture, that makes things a lot simpler."

"Wait, that's not what I'm saying."

"Listen," Madison interrupts you. "Forget all that shit about crabs and whatever. And if I were you, I'd keep an eye on Rachel..."

The girls abruptly and simultaneously stand up, leaving you with barely enough time to scarf down your lunch and run to your locker before government.

When you get to your locker, there's a piece of paper inside. It looks like it's been shoved through the vents on the door, and grab it as you dash to class. One more tardy, and you'll get detention.