The crowd roared with anticipation as the clock ticked down, drowning out my voice, and the voices of the other cheerleaders next to me on the track around the football field. We cartwheeled, danced, and waved our pom poms in perfect unison, knowing our team was going to win no matter who scored the final touchdown. The score was already 50-35. The Eagles would win the game by a landslide no matter what.
After the final buzzer rang, my squad ran to our players to congratulate them. We gave hugs and high fives before finally heading back to the locker room. The other team - the Vikings, sulked back to their locker rooms. Their coach did not look happy, but our coach was positively thrilled. We were going to the playoffs, and everybody knew we'd make it to state championships after. That's the way it had been last year, and the year before that. Every week our stadium was packed, waiting to see us win. And we almost never lost.
By the time I got back to the locker room and congratulated my squad, I was already spent. I hadn't slept well the night previously and it had been a long day at school. At 18 years old, I was one of the oldest girls in the squad in addition to being squad captain and senior year was kicking my ass. I needed to go home, get some good sleep, and study for the rest of the weekend. I grabbed my bag, said goodbye, and headed out to the parking lot by myself.
The parking lot was dark and nearly empty; most of the people at the game had already headed out and the only cars left in the lot belonged to some of the band kids and the football players at my school. I was parked near the bus lot, and could see the other team's darkened school bus sitting in the lot. I almost felt bad for them, but got distracted when I dropped my keys. I gave a little groan of frustration. I just wanted to go home and go to bed.
Before I could pick my keys up from off the ground, another hand swiped them from right in front of my face. I was about to straighten up and turn around when I felt hands on my hips and something slam into my ass a couple of times..
"Ooh Daddy yes!" I heard a mocking voice call out and then laughter. I straightened up and whipped around.
"Ha ha, very funny," I said, "now give me my keys." It was a bunch of the players from the other team. Maybe five or six of them. I recognized the one with my keys as the quarterback of the other team. He had sandy blond hair and blue eyes, with a malicious smile that gleamed in the darkness.
"I don't think so, princess," he said, pocketing them. "We're not so happy about losing."
"Then you should've worked harder," I shot back. "I'm going to go talk to your coach if you don't give me my keys."
"Oooh, we're in trouble now," he said, his teammates echoing him and laughing. The quarterback shoved me against my car and took my bag out of my hands. "Still think you can go tell my coach?" he asked. At this point I was scared. I was wedged between his body and my car, with no way out.
"Please just let me go," I said softly.
"That's not going to happen," he replied, and then in a flash he tossed me over his shoulder and started walking back to his bus. I was literally kicking and screaming, but this had little to no effect on him and he just kept on walking.
The bus was dark and empty, and he finally sat down on the long seat at the very end of the aisle, the one on the escape door, and plopped me on his lap. I was sitting with aisle directly in front of me and players were filing onto the bus. I tried to get away, but he wasn't having it. Two of the guys sat down on either side of me and pulled my legs apart so they could all see my spandex shorts.
