There he was again, everyone's eyes on him as he bound easily from one side of the court to the other, smirking at the disbelief on his opponents faces as he took their practically guaranteed point and turned it into three for his own team.
Cheers broke out through the gym as the buzzer sounded, three points going up on our schools final score, he won our school another game. I cheered with my squad, a few of the members doing a few tricks to celebrate the schools victory.
Smiling at my squads happiness, I turned to the still cheering audience "give me a C!" They cheered the letter, "give me an R! Give me an O! Give me a W! Give me an S! What does that spell?" CROWS! Was screamed back at me, "go Crows! Go Crows! Crows take the win!"
As the head cheerleader when the teams had cleared from the court I lead my own team to the middle of the floor, nodding to the cheer coach when we were in position to start the music.
Taking a deep breath, I willed myself not to concentrate on the eyes focused on me and my team, knowing how it would make me feel if I did, and then the music started.
"Mesdames et Monsieurs
S'il vous plaît
Soyez prêt pour AronChupa et Albatraoz
C'est parti!"
Throughout the performance, despite my best effort, I felt my cheeks redden at the eyes on me, my stomach warming and tightening more and more through the song until the very end, where I did three consecutive backflips, landing on the waiting arms of my teammates, my head lolling backwards as my fingertips brushed the cool floor of the gym.
For that moment, as my chest heaved from the effort and the excitement coursing through my body, my eyes met with his, and in the darkness that stared back at me as my teammates flipped me into the splits, I could tell. He knew.
Dismissing the slight fear and exhilaration that filled me that someone might have just caught my current state, I put on my cheerleader smile and looked over the audience, who were still cheering- whether it be for the victory of our basketball team, or the amazing performance we jut put on- I didn't care, the feeling went straight to my stomach.
I grabbed my bag from the changing rooms- not bothering to actually get changed beyond taking my bloomers off, and only bothering with those because I could feel them starting to cut into my thighs- and took my russet coloured hair out of the twin ponytails I had them in for our cheer and told my team they did a good job.
"See you tomorrow Hannah!" They called behind me, eagerly getting ready for the victory party that was inevitably going on at one of the players houses.
I wouldn't be going, and they all knew that. My parents were extremely conservative, getting them to let me cheer was hard enough, so the idea of a party with little to know supervision, one that would most definitely be ripe with alcohol, the thought of their innocent only daughter going somewhere like that was enough to send them into cardiac arrest.
So, with a pitying smile, my teammates let me leave, and I quickly climbed into my car. The feeling still hadn't left and to be honest I wanted to get home and enjoy it before it decided to go away. I barely held back the moan when I shifted slightly in my seat, the front padding of my car covers creating a terribly teasing pressure as I rolled my hips slightly.
I bit my lip as I let out a pant, dropping my head to the wheel and cursed myself, the idea of fixing my little
issue
here and now popped into my head, with people still walking out of the school gym not too far away. The idea only doubled the hot feeling in my stomach, and my fingers tightened on the wheel, stopping myself from following through.
Raising my head from the wheel, I could feel the needing heat on my cheeks rival that of the heat that seemed to swim around my pelvis, I needed to get home,
now.
"Oh fuck" I hissed, eyes widening as I looked through my windscreen, there he was again staring at me with that
knowing god damn smirk
.
Strolling over to my side window like he owned the damn world, he gave a slow knock, and I shakily wound my window down,
what did he want?
"Think you could give me a lift home?" He asked, the smooth, deep sound of his voice near making my whole body quiver, already wracked with a certain need. "Josh was supposed to but he's driving some of your squad to the party, so there's no room." He chuckled, and I swear I nearly melted. "It's no trouble right, I mean it's not even like you have to go anywhere, neighbour." That's right, neighbour, since we were ten. Like every damn cliché romance shit movie ever made.
I let out a shaky breath and motioned for the passenger seat, not trusting my voice as my traitorous hips moved slightly against the bunched fabric of the car seat.
He chuckled again, and moved around to the passenger seat, putting his stuff in the back and stretching out next to me with a groan of release. The way his muscles tensed and moved as he let out such a sultry tempting sound was almost too much, I had to bite my cheek- hard- to stop myself from making a fool of myself.
"You alright Hannah?" He cooed, and immediately I could recognise the teasing hint in his voice, much like from when we were little, and he would tease me for having to wear a bra, or finding a movie scary. But now it was different, his voice was darker, as were his green eyes, analysing every inch of me, undoubtedly seeing how I was squirming desperately in my seat, seriously cursing myself for not getting changed out of my skin-tight fitting cheer outfit into something that wouldn't make it
so obvious
that I was squirming so much. "You look a little red."
"I-I'm fine" I replied, both proud of myself for not outright moaning, and annoyed for stuttering. "How about you Jack? You won your team the game but you're not going to the party?"
