This is a stand alone story, however, I will be posting more stories with the same characters, all characters mentioned in this story are fictional and are 18 years old or over.
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"EMILY!"
I was walking to class when I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw an arm waving above a crowd of students walking in every direction.
"EMILY!"
I waited for whoever might be calling me to catch up. It was... Sabrina? Why would Sabrina be calling for me? Sabrina was the flyer of the cheer squad, super popular, both with the other cheerleaders and with the boys. I don't think she'd ever talked to me before.
"Emily! Oh my god!" Sabrina said in her most excited voice, "we are throwing a party on Sunday since its a three day weekend, you have to be there!" Sabrina talked in the same fashion you'd expect from Valley Girl Barbie.
"Oh... That sounds... Well, I would, but I have plans on Sunday evenings," I responded honestly, but grateful for an excuse to miss out.
"No no no, your my new girl, you have to be there!" Sabrina insisted, "I make sure my spotters get the best!"
It's my senior year of high school and my parents made me sign up for cheer. I had no interest whatsoever, but my parents forced me. I gladly accepted the spotter position, I didn't have to be a part of the stunts, I could just catch the flyer at the end and that would be my part. I also didn't mind being at the back because I was 5'6. That doesn't seem too tall till you realize all the other cheerleaders were like 5'3. "I'll see what I can do, I promise I'll try," I partly lied. I would see what I could do, but I hang out with Frank after church on Sundays. We never miss a Sunday and my eighteenth birthday was this week so there's no way he'd miss out on this Sunday.
"Ok, I'll keep touch, love you, kay, bye~ " Sabrina skipped off. 'That was a weird encounter,' I thought.
Just then the bell rang. 'Shoot! I'm late to class! I'm never late to class.'
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After class the teacher held me back to discuss my tardiness. "I know you've joined cheer and there's a reputation that comes with that, but you've been such a good student in the past. I don't want to see you lose that." I didn't respond. I was embarrassed. "Well... Ok, you can go now, but please think about what I said," she said awkwardly with sympathy in her voice. I walked out of class in rush to not be late to my next one.
"Hey," Frank said. He must've been waiting for me. We don't usually meet up between classes. There's only enough time to get to your next class, it's kind of hard to socialize with no time. He must need to talk about something.
"What do you need?" I asked annoyed.
"Why do you have to ask me like that?" he responded innocently. "Ok, Ok," he admitted, "look, I can't hang out on Sunday... My dad needs me."
"Buh, what!" there went my excuse. Maybe I could lie to Sabrina, but I never lie... "Ok..." I responded in disappointment.
"I'm sorry, this is a really big deal or I swear I wouldn't miss out!" he defended himself
"I know, I know," I said. Frank and I have been best friends since we were born. We lived next to each other so it was easy for our parents to set up play dates.
Frank was a pretty handsome latino. Tall, spiked hair, masculine look, but I never really thought of him as any more than a friend. We did everything together, we made mud pies together, we played videogames together, hell, we took baths together... only up to a certain age of course... We're not savages. Our friendship aged as we did.
He purposefully got bad grades so he could be in the same grade as me. We bought walkie talkies and talked way past our bed time. We saw our first rated R movie together. There was man butt and boobs... It was kind of embarrassing, him seeing boobs and sitting right next to me. Admittedly, I peaked at his lap to see if he enjoyed it, but I couldn't tell. We even talked about our crushes at school with eachother. He had a hard crush on Sabrina. If there was any consolation of now becoming friends with Sabrina, It was that I might now be able to set them up.
I had a crush on Brad. Brad and I had three classes together. In one of our class, the desks were situated in a circle and he sat across from me so I could just stare at him for an hour. It was the only class I had a B in. He had a nice tan, sandy brown hair, spiked like Frank's, blue eyes, and a body that looks like it was chizzled by Michael Angelo.