The winner is Tanya

(Please note: I'll be adding chapters for each of the girls who got votes in the Cherry-Smash contest. Karen got the most votes followed by Natasha with Cindi third. Tanya, although not a cherry, came in fourth in the vote so this is her path. I'll be adding other girls in the future. Also note that this does take time... sorry, I know you're wanting to move forward in the story but for now, enjoy the Cherry-Smash).

"The winner," Tanya said as she ripped open an envelope and took out a sheet of paper Matt was pretty sure she'd filled out herself, is uh, me? Come on, who put that in there?"

"We knew you weren't going to claim it," Natasha said, "but you won fair and square. So we took a vote and decided that you should get the win. It wouldn't be fair to you or to the fans to make you lose out."

"But--"

"No butts," Cindi said. "We'll all get our chance but we're not going to let someone else steal your victory from you."

"That's..." Tanya burned to Matt, then buried her face in his chest as her body convulsed with sobs. "Sorry."

"It's okay," he told her. "You aren't used to people being nice to you." Which, he realized, was true, in a way. She was used to being entitled. But she was also used to being resented. Sure she would be picked as head cheerleader, but even her best friend saw her as a rival. Not that she'd trade positions with anyone. Still, being the most beautiful girl in the school had its downsides and one of those was never knowing whether your so-called friends were really friends or just people lining up to use you.

"Wow," she said when she'd at least partially recovered. She pushed herself away from him. "I have to fix my makeup. Why don't you girls entertain Archie for a while while I put my face back on."

"You're beautiful no matter what you do to your makeup," Matt reminded her.

"Yeah, right. Guys always think that but there's a reason girls spend hours getting ready for things. We know what we actually look like without it."

He suspected Tanya knew she was wrong. He also suspected arguing with her about it was not his brightest move.

While Tanya rushed off to find a restroom, Natasha, Cindi and the other girls moved in on him.

"That gives us about five minutes," Cindi said. "You don't get to take any of our cherries but do you want to tit-fuck any of us? Just to help you get ready, I mean."