He doesn't need to, someone barges in

Just as the thought of getting out of the room crossed his mind, the door barged open, startling the young geek into dropping his phone on the bed between his legs.

"Grow up, Kurt!" Heather's voice came from outside the room. "And I'm warning you, if I hear one complaint about you from my friends, just one, I'll be calling your mom to tell her why I kicked you out of here!"

That said, the cheerleader captain entered the room and closed the door behind her. She seemed to be shaken by something, her large breasts heaving under the tight white top she was wearing, causing Gavin's cock to twitch and his eyes to widen. Judging by the way she was looking down, he supposed she hadn't noticed him yet. Against his best judgment, he let his eyes roam over her pale, toned legs, sticking out from her jean shorts, passing through her full, round tits and finally stopping on her downcast face, framed by long, silky dark-brown tresses.

"Uhn, Heather?" he **** himself to say.

The brunette's head snapped up at hearing her name, the twin sapphire orbs in her face briefly widening in surprise once she found out she wasn't alone. "Gavin? Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were in here," she chuckled. "This room's the closest to mine, so I guess I just barged in you."

One thing Gavin haven't told even Zack and Chloe yet was that he had developed a crush on Heather ever since Ashley introduced her fellow cheerleader to them, a fact that made his usual issue on talking to girls even worse in the brunette's presence. She seems distressed over something, he noticed. Maybe I should ask her about it.

But Heather didn't give him the time to decide on the matter, she sighed and padded over to Zack's bed, sitting down on it. "It hasn't been even an hour and Kurt's already getting on my nerves," she told him, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, a motion that made Gavin wish he was the one to do it. "Can you believe he stood by the window and started going off about how the other girls were sexy, hot and how he wished he could get them in bed?" she ranted. "In front of me, his own cousin?"

Gavin just stared dumbly at his crush, a bit surprised by how much bothered she seemed to be by Kurt's topic of conversation. If half the stories he heard about his sexy cheerleader friend were true, one would think she wouldn't really get that bothered by sex talk. Maybe the stories were exaggerated?

Heather then glanced at the phone lying down between his legs and reached for it, Gavin's eyes widening even more by the brief proximity between her hand and his crotch. "What are you doing here, anyway?" she inquired while inspecting the device.

"Uhn," he stammered. "Playing a game?"

She grinned in recognization. "Fatal Tower of Doom? I like this one too."

Wait, wait, wait, stop the presses! a voice shouted inside his head. Heather fucking Ravers likes games?!

"Hmm, you're playing as a wizard, can't say I enjoy playing that job," Heather said in a teasing tone as she handed the phone back to him.

"They can deal a lot of damage to multiple enemies," he retorted, momentarily forgetting that he wasn't supposed to talk so easily to her. "What would you recommend instead, huh?"

"And he talks," Heather smirked at him, a fluster creeping up his body. "Well, I love to play as an assassin, just hacking my way to the top with a blade before any silly monster can touch me."

He frowned. "Assassins have almost no armor, you can't get past level 45 without good armors."

"I'm lucky then, reached level 58 last night," Heather winked.

"But, but," Gavin stammered in shock. "I'm only on level 51."

Heather grinned and shrugged. "Well, maybe I'm too fast for them."

Gavin chuckled and shook his head. Guess you never know the things you can learn about someone.

She smiled at him and then stood up before walking over to the door, her swaying ass wiping all thoughts of wizards and assassins from Gavin's mind. The cheerleader captain opened the door and peeked outside. "I think Kurt already left for the lake, so I'm gonna have to go down there to keep an eye on him," she told Gavin as she opened the door further. "Thanks for letting me hide here, Gav."

"Uhn, you're welcome," he replied. "It's your cabin, though."

"Yeah, hey, how come you haven't changed yet?" she inquired, raising a curious eyebrow. "Everyone else's down there."

Gavin feigned a yawn. "The trip wore me down," he answered. "I think I'm going to take a nap."

Heather chuckled, letting him know she wasn't believing him. "Okay, suit yourself," she grinned. "I'll tell someone to wake you up when we get back."

The light brown-haired boy returned her smile. "Thanks, Heather," he was able to say before she closed the door.