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    A Typical Teenage Mind – (Chapter: Twelve)

     

    I stand up about ready to give her a piece of my mind. She looks scared. “Ashley Marie Davies! What aren’t you in lesson?” Okay, my turn to be scared? I turn around to see Spencer marching up to me. She looks so hot when she’s pissed. Okay, off topic. “Ash you are going to fail if you don’t start goi-” She sees Lisa. “Oh, hi.” Say manages surprisingly sweetly.

     

    “Spence, Lisa. Lisa, Spencer.” It’s bad enough she shortens my name and thinks she gets away with it. “The captain of the squad.”

     

    “Oh shit. My bad Ash.” Lisa stands up and Spencer glares at her.

     

    “Yeah, Ashley told me she met you yesterday.” Mmm, jealous and pissed Spencer. Mmm. “C’mon Ash, I’ve got practice.” She practically drags me away and her actually holding my hand, even if it is to pull me away, makes me forget about everything, even what’s-her-name.

     

    “Wait, I’ve got deten-”

     

    “You aren’t going.” Yes Ma’am.

     

    As we got into the gym, all the girls were there already. I went up to sit on the bleaches. Jamie smiled at me and winked. What’s that about. The then smiled with a little chuckle. Okay seriously?

     

    Spencer turned around and did the same thing, only more seductively. Really now, what is this? A remix of Justin Timberlake’s ‘My Love’ started playing around the gym hall.

     

    This wasn’t a cheer routine. This was a sexy back-up dance that would’ve even had JT stumbling over his lyrics.

     

    The way her body moved in rhythm was amazing. Grinding against something invisible. It was a strip tease without the stripping. Starting off slow. As if getting into position.

     

    She picks up speed a bit, swaying her hips. All the other cheerleaders have gone from my mind. It’s just me and her there. Her eyes never losing focus on mine.  

     

    She turns around and bends over, slowly trailing her hand up the back of her leg as she does and for some reason I just know she’s the only one moving her hand up like that. She turns back around and trails it between her breasts.

     

    I know my breathing has picked up.

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