"Do you really think, I should go for cheerleading?" Paige asked, her head leaning back against the headboard of her queen size bed.
"Of course you should," her best friend Lina encouraged her.
"Who would have a better chance at joining the team than you?" Martha chimed in as well.
"It's not about the athletic stuff. I know I can do it. But Aliza is a bitch when it comes to choosing new team members and I really don't think she likes me."
"Does she even know about you?" Lina asked, raising her head that has been dangling off the side of the bed, where she laid next to Paige.
"Unfortunately, she does. I once accidentally bumped into her in the hallway," Paige said.
"Uff, how can you even still be alive after such a faux-pas?" Lina asked in mock dramatics and let her head fall back again.
"It's not funny," Paige insisted, "she really does hold grudges for a long time. Believe me."
"But that was like three years ago?" Martha asked and Paige sighed heavily.
"Yes, but still. I just can't shake the feeling that she doesn't like me because of it."
"So what? You should still go for the try outs. If it doesn't help, at least it won't hurt, right?" Martha suggested.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Paige admitted, nodding slowly. "I will go for the try outs," she decided.
"That's our girl," Lina said, unaware how nerves began to tie a knot in Paige's stomach.
The knot in her stomach remained and got even worse as the day of the trial training approached. She thought she had seen Aliza's menacing glances every time she passed her in the hallway, but tried her best to blame it on her own paranoia.
Channelling her nervousness, she put her everything into the try outs and even landed some of the more complicated jumps and figures. She almost collapsed with exhaustion when the trial was finally over.
Aliza had made her jump through literal hoops, pestering her way more with small details and different figures than any of the others. But in the end, she seemed satisfied -- at least Paige hoped so.
In line with the other applicants, she waited for the final feedback and her hope shrunk with every rejection that brought Aliza closer to her. Finally, she stopped right in front of her. After a quick glance and an almost unnoticeable nod from one of her team mates, she turned her attention back on Paige.
"Congratulations," she then said with a bitter sweet voice that made Paige shiver. "You earned yourself a spot on the team. And to show that you belong to us now, you can use our private changing room and showers. Follow me."
Paige could hardly believe it and she had to supress a happy giggle, fearing that Aliza could change her opinion again if she noticed. She followed her and two of the other cheerleaders to the changing rooms. Outside a wooden door, they stopped.
"This is our changing room. We won't need to shower, since we were only the judges. But you look like you really need to clean yourself up, so go ahead and we will see you next week for our first training."
They pushed her through the door before she could even object.
"How long do you think it will take her to notice that we swapped the signs with the boys' changing room?" One of the cheerleaders asked Aliza, once the door shut behind Paige.
"Long enough," Aliza smiled mischievously. "And if I'm right, they should return from their training any second now." She quickly glanced at her watch and when she heard voices drawing closer, she turned around to face the door again.
Blowing a quick kiss she whispered "April fools", before heading in the other direction of the voices, her friends trailing closely behind her.
A pungent smell of sweat and old jerseys hit Paige and she had to press her hand over her nose to stop the smell from tormenting her nostrils. She moved away from the dirty laundry bag in the corner and the further away she got the fainter the smell became.
Looking back, this should have been her first warning sign, but her brain was too busy buzzing with the exciting news of having made the team to analyse her current situation correctly.
She was just about to slip out of her shirt, when she heard the door opening again and an array of voices filled the small space. They did, however, stop quite abruptly when they saw her.
"Well, well, is this our reward after a good game or did you just get lost?" A red-haired boy asked, leaning casually against the lockers.
"Mixed up the changing rooms, huh?" Another joined in.
"But since she's already here..."
Paige was rooted to the spot. Had they tricked her? And then it finally clicked in her stupid little brain.
April fools
, she cursed silently and almost slapped her own forehead at the realisation. How could she not have noticed that they had picked the freaking first of April for the try outs? Obviously, it had not been a coincidence.
By the time she had finished cursing her stupidity, they had circled her, effectively blocking her way out. She recognized a dark-haired boy as Aliza's boyfriend. She couldn't believe she would allow him to participate in whatever they were planning.
Her pondering was brought to an abrupt end when she felt a naked chest press into her back and a low voice whispered in her ear. "Want to join us?"
She froze again and her brain finally kicked back into working mode.
Was this such a bad idea?
she wondered. She was surrounded by a few members of the football team and they were fit. Really fit, she had to admit. And if she got Aliza's boyfriend to join, wouldn't that just be the sweetest revenge?
Who will be the fool then, Aliza?
"Under one condition," she heard herself say and a surprised but excited cheering went through the team.
"Whatever you want, baby girl," the boy behind her said and she felt his hot breath against her neck.
"He has to join as well," she said, pointing at the dark-haired boy, who had retreated towards the lockers in the back. All eyes turned on him then.
"Well, Jamie, looks like you gotta take one for the team," the boy behind her laughed.
"Don't act as if you wouldn't want to join," another one added and the dark-haired boy stepped forward reluctantly.
"Perfect," the voice behind her said. "Then let's begin." He grabbed for the hem of her shirt and slowly began to pull it up and over her head, leaving her standing there in her sports bra. "You won't need that," he said as he tossed the shirt aside.
One of the boys caught it and smelled it. "Delicious," he then growled, locking his eyes on her.
Her heart beat quickened under his scrutinizing gaze and she felt how the clasp of her sports bra was opened with a swift movement. Her bra fell to the floor, revealing her small breasts, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the locker room.
"I like them small!" Someone yelled. "What a beauty," another one joined in.
She felt exposed and yet a small rush of excitement made her cheeks blush. They boy behind her now grabbed for her skirt, pulling it down in one swift motion. Her pink knickers now in full view for everyone.
A whistle sounded through the enclosed space and when the boy behind her pressed his bare chest against her now bare back, she almost gasped. His big hands cupped her small tits and he began rolling her hardened nipples between his rough fingers.
