Annoyed but Unfazed

"Ha ha, real funny you two," she grumbles, rising her feet gingerly, testing out the soreness of her butt. The fact that she's naked clearly bothers her, but only to the extent of a mild annoyance. If anything, she's more concerned about accidentally hurting herself and putting herself out of commission before practice even starts.

With one hand covering her crotch, the blonde has **** but to use her other hand to grab her uniform, leaving her tits fully exposed. The chilly air in the gym has her pink nipples standing up at attention, a fact that doesn't go unnoticed.

From where I'm sitting, I could hear several guys chuckling at the supposed mess up, lewdly discussing Chloe's body like she's not even there. I should've been red with rage and defended her honor right then and there, but instead, I felt a peculiar sense of pride swell up within me. That's right. That sexy blonde cheerleader is my girlfriend. Of all the guys on campus, she picked me.

"Come on, don't be like that, you have to admit that we got you good," Jenn smirks, clearly satisfied with her victory. The other cheerleaders, much like the guys on the bleachers, are stunned by Chloe's display, most too shocked to even speak.

Even now, I remain confused about their grouo dynamic, and why there's animosity between those two. It's true that Chloe had mentioned some minor disagreements in the past with the Asian girl, but I had no idea it would extend this far.

"Bitch move, Jenn!" Chloe's best friend Ellen rushes to help her after shaking off her stupor, standing between the naked girl and the crowd. Ashamed, I realize now that she's done more for Chloe than I have.

"Killjoy. It was obviously hilarious, and we made a bunch of guys' days. I call that a win-win," Jenn snorts derisively. "Besides, fair's fair. I'm just getting payback for Cancun."

"Really? Still sore about that? I wonder what sort of mental gymnastics you're doing to place the blame on me. Maybe you'd be a better cheerleader if you focused on the physical instead," Chloe shoots back, halfway dressed now, the tiny yellow skirt at least protecting her modesty somewhat. Still, I can tell it was about three sizes too small. Where other skirts rest mid-thigh, hers is so much shorter it's practically a belt. Her lack of panties remains on my mind as she turns to face Jenn, still topless but just as combatative.

"If our bikinis didn't fall apart I'd have won the vote for sure!" Jenn growls, incensed with anger now that a sore point has been brought up.

"As it turns out, the crowd likes composure rather than you squealing like a pig and running off stage," Chloe retorts. "Who could've guessed."

That got a few chuckles from the other girls, and Jenn can tell she's losing ground. Plus, with Chloe now fully dressed and the coach now just arriving, her opportunity for a comeback is gone, for now. Judging by the hate in her eyes though, she's just biding her time.