Go Team!

"C'mon team! Go Cocks!" Aaron King cheered daintily for the home team, raising his pom poms. Many in the crowd thought this boy wearing a cheerleader's garb was heresy. Some of the others thought he was there because his stepfather was the head coach for the basketball team.

Whatever, Aaron thought. It's not like he was in a cheerleader skirt. He was in sweatpants and a hoodie cheering on the women's volleyball team. Maybe it was the pom poms?

They lost two sets to one. The Cocks were no athletic powerhouse. Brooke Williams, the head cheerleader, motioned him over.

"Be at Delt tonight ... my feet are killing me," she whispered. This was the primary inducement to cheerleading: giving foot massages to the blonde goddess herself, as the sorority bitch boy.