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Chapter 5 by bsnick bsnick

Thank God that's over. Now you can get on to, uh, well... what?

Zach runs off to football practice while you clean up.

"Thanks Jenny!" Zach says with a grin, shaking the last drops out of his dick and, unfortunately, onto you. He never notices it as he zips up, all but charging out the door to get to football practice.

"Sure," you grouse, wiping those same droplets from your body with less enthusiasm.

"Don't forget cheerleader practice!" he calls back.

A grimace crosses your face, even more of one than the droplets had caused. Zach, having finally gotten on the team - though for reasons he'd never suspect and you'd never tell - realized that jocks have to have girlfriends of the right social status.

One thing you can engrave in stone about Zach - he's loyal to a fault. You half expected - half hoped - that he'd dump you and take up with some dumb blond bimbo of a cheerleader. Instead, he devised the plan to have you take your gymnastics and ballet training and try out for the cheerleaders.

Suffice to say you hated the idea, still hate the idea, and will continue to hate the idea until you finally escape high school and the moronic practice of jumping up and down while flashing the crowds and mispelling words.

To be fair the mispelling part was unintentional, and has only happened a couple of times so far. The first was because you were busy trying to to high kick your neighboring cheerleader in the face - thereby ruining that wonderful nose job her daddy bought her over the summer. The second was because Jacob appeared in the stands.

Actually, that was the first time you'd seen him, and you met him afterward when he came down to visit the girl with the nose job - who just happened to be his sister and your 'mentor' on the team. Slip 'tor' in front of that and she's that too. There's a lot you've had to do to get - and stay - on the cheerleading squad, all of it orchestrated by Carmen Wright.

"Jenny!" a voice drawls, followed by its owner slipping into the empty classroom you still occupy.

A groan nearly slips your lips but you keep it in check. There was a certain price needed for Zach get on the team. A price you paid for him without him knowing - now or ever.

And it looks like it's time for another installment.

Yay.

What price is exacted of you, and who is it paid to?

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