The rhythmic swishing behind you causes you to whirl around. Your bag clangs loudly against the open locker door.
"Mighty jumpy... aren't ya." The janitor observes a smile playing across his face.
"You just startled me, is all." Although, you find yourself reluctant to turn your back on him to properly close the locker.
Jamming the note in your pocket, your fingers tremble as you try to zip your bag closed. But determined to prove the janitor wrong, you close the locker, secure the padlock in place.
The janitor is resting with his hands atop the handle of the broom.
"Only kidding, didn't mean nothing by it."
The idea of putting your name down for cheerleading wasn't your idea. But a few 'friends' had written your name on the list. The same friends that ensured your life was a living hell in any of the other sports teams you tried out for. But options were getting harder and you needed to pick a sport element.
Your first thought had been to scrunch up the mocking note. To dismiss this petty bullshit, and find some other activity. As you walk away, you realise you could use this to your advantage. All the rest of the team applicants were female, so you'd be in a prime position.
None of your friends were going to be mocking the other cheerleaders, as they still wanted to date them, themselves.
As you headed to the gym, you felt your doubts growing. Would this just turn the other half of the school against you. Would the girls think you were mocking them. Would they want an outsider in their ranks. As you got nearer, you realise you could use this to explain it was a mistake. That it wasn't you who applied, surely they wouldn't make you do a try-out for the squad, against your will.
The walk across the courtyard was the hardest, groups of giggling girls were heading in the same direction, and no other boys. Your destination was clear to anyone with eyes.
Ahead of all of you, the new gym loomed high. The building looked out of place, because it was. The fire that had destroyed the previous one, was a school disaster, almost causing the school to be closed. The death of the students painfully recent. In fact, it was the cheerleaders who perished there.
The numbers had never been as high since the fire. And, of course, the stories of ghosts and strange unexplained occurrences, were being fed by students eager for scares and excitement. Students eager to cuddle up to, and comfort jittery girlfriends.
Girls brush past you, as you slow to a stop. Sniggers quickly hidden behind slender hands, and furtive glances seem to be their secret form of communication. Although the message was quite clear to you.
Perhaps attracted by the noise, Miss Hardbroom appears in the doorframe. She scowls at your briefly before comprehension dawns, and with a quick glance to her sheet of names, she spares you a curt nod of the head. At least it ended the giggles and sniggers.
She's a rather imposing figure. Her tight sports clothes leave nothing to the imagination, showing off her svelte figure rather well. You try desperately not to ogle her well presented bust. The girls held high and firm, despite their size, a testament to the virtue of exercise.
Cautiously you approach her, the fear of getting an erection means your blood courses loudly in your ears, as you try to focus on anything else, on everything else, than all the nearby female flesh. All preparing to change clothes and get sweaty and competitive.
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