Fan Fiction
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The Porn Chronicles: A bunch of one-shots under a common book title. – (Chapter: Cast a.k.a. The Plastered Restraint)
I was the head cheerleader and queen of the school.
Key word being was. After a half time show gone wrong, I was unable to maintain my reign. The cast on my leg being the main hindrance. My best friend took my position, but was quick to assure me that she would give it back as soon as I had healed, but I don’t think I want the position anymore.
All my friends are fake except for her, and they would have all have easily forgotten me if it weren’t for Ashley. Plus I prefer watching them go through their routines more then being a part of them. That’s a lie, I prefer watching her.
After my incident, I couldn’t stand to watch them perform without me, but I wanted to show Ashley some support, so I eventually went.
As soon as their routine began my eyes were glued to Ashley. I watched her every move. It wasn’t till after the routine that I realized what I had been doing. Instantly I bed been blushing and my eyes had averted to my knees.
From then on I made a hobby of watching her perform, but always made sure to not let her see me staring. It wasn’t long before I preferred my seat in the stands over my spot on the field. But soon it wasn’t only on the field that I was watching her. I found myself taking every chance I had to take her movements in. I never let her catch me, and I hid my blushing face and probably darker than normal eyes. I never let her seeing anything.
We were the same old Spencer and Ashley doing the same old things minus our sleepovers. I spent the last two weeks trying to stop the growing feelings, because she invited me over to spend the night at her house and I couldn’t really say no. She says it’s to celebrate my cast coming off the next day.
I’m currently in my last class trying to remind myself that there are certain things I have to make sure not to do. No staring, no drooling, no blushing, limited touching, and to be careful what I say and do.
Finally the bell rings and I slowly pack and get on my crutches. I steady myself and make my way out of the class and to my locker where she is already waiting for me with my locker open.
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that one was cute aww :)
Aww this was great.. Sweet too :)
Love it!
Freakin AMAZING!!! Love all your stories.
omg i loved this one like a lot, a lot a lot, favorite one so far pms
This one was sweet and hot. Just like You. Lol.
I love your writing.
Damn cheerleaders are the best! LoL
That was so sweet!