There’s definitely going to be one naked body, but surprisingly not yours

After watching a careful eye on the cheer team, you noticed that the majority finally managed to intimidate Rebecca into taking full charge of everyone and everything, putting all pressure on her. The most recent game had recently ended with her somehow managing to keep their acts together, despite their constant sabotage attempts to ruin the show and blame her. The crowd was even more impressed when they realized that Rebecca was composing the whole thing and still making it look good. Even you had to admit, for the mean son of bitch she was, your respect for her grew after her performance.

For once the team seemed to almost like her. They were all cheering her on afterwards. As they headed for the locker rooms, you managed to finally get your word in with Rebecca. Your line of thought was that her trance of happiness might daze her enough to give you a chance with her. “Hey, Rebecca!” She turned majestically to face you.

“Hey, Reb! You joining us?” One of the cheerleaders called out. You couldn’t tell which one.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.” She replied to the other girl. “Yeah? Sam, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is. You did great out there!”

“Yes I did? Why does this concern you and me?”

“Listen, I know they set you up. You still have an outstanding show.” You whispered in case there was any chance the sound carried.

Rebecca pulled you aside. She and you were almost slammed into the wall by how far out of view she pulled you. “You know? How?”

“I apologize in advance, but I overheard them threatening you. Don’t pretend it was otherwise.”

“Apologize? Pretend? No no, you are exactly the evidence I need. I can bring them down with you.” She held your hands tightly.

“Well, they seem to hate you a lot less now. Perhaps you gained some respect from them. Perhaps we could discuss possibilities tomorrow at your place? Mine is… let’s call it busy.”

“Sure sure. You may have a point. I don’t have a reason to get back at them anymore if they don’t target me anymore. Alright fine, you have me from five and after tomorrow.”

You shook on it. “Should I get going then? I’m not used to these back alley type conversations.”

“I’m sorry. You don’t mind staying a few minutes for me to change so we can talk more, do you?”

“For you, anything.” You leaned against the wall next to the door opening as she walked in and the door shut. You heard a crack of thunder and sprinkles of rain began coming down, slowly increasing.