Introduction:

The holidays have really slowed me down, but I'm back and ready to write again. Unfortunately, I do think the next chapter might be the last one that I post here. I'll still have two cheerleaders to go after that, Kendra and Lucy, but since I do plan on selling this story later, maybe as an ebook or maybe in some other format, I just think I should keep some of my work exclusive. However, I hope you enjoy what I've posted, and the next chapter should be ready in a few days. Happy Reading :)

“So, how have you been feeling, lately?”

“Fine.” Kendra seemed determined not to look up from her new phone.

“Emma said you seemed upset.”

“I’m not.”

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t even bother to respond.

While Kendra kept texting, I walked up to the counter at the coffee shop and wondered why I was even here. Emma had insisted that Kendra was hurting and that being around the guy who had “saved” her might make her feel better, but the whole venture was proving pointless.

“I didn’t save her from anything,” I had told Emma, just one day earlier.

“You still jumped in and fought four guys. It was a good effort.”

I looked down at the ground.

“Alex, please don’t feel bad. It’s not your fault you’re not a superhero.”

“I know, but I could have at least gotten her purse back. I wasn’t even strong enough to manage that.”

She wrapped me in a hug and held me for a while before telling me, sternly, “Stop beating yourself up, dummy. She really needs you right now, so suck it up and go help her.”

I brought a black coffee back to the table for myself and a large hot chocolate for her, which seemed to perk her up a little bit.

“I don’t think I really want to talk about what happened. At least not yet,” Kendra told me. It was the longest sentence she had spoken all day.

“That’s fine. Why don’t you tell me about something else? Do you have any siblings?”

“A younger brother, but he died.”

“Well, we’re off to a great start,” I said, sarcastically. “Do you want to talk about your parents, or are they dead too?”

“Just my dad. He died in the same car crash my brother did.”

I chugged my coffee in under thirty seconds, scalding my throat the entire way down. The pain didn’t matter to me though. All I wanted was to get out of there.

“Well, it’s been fun, but I have to be going.”

I bolted for the door, but stopped when she suddenly called out to me.

“Alex?”

“Yeah?”

She looked back and forth from me to her phone, before finally deciding that she still couldn’t look me in the eyes. However, she did manage to find the courage to say what she wanted to say.

“You were really brave.”

Looking back, I should have walked out that door and never talked to that girl again. She was way too difficult to be worth the trouble, and the exit was less than five feet away… But, of course that’s not what I did and I still hate myself for it.

“Do you maybe want to go somewhere else and talk?”

She smiled for just a moment, before sinking back into her somber state.

Kendra clung to my arm like it was a life raft, and she was lost at sea. There was a certain fear in her eyes as she looked at everyone around us on the sidewalk, like everyone she saw was just seconds away from attacking us.

“What’s your favorite genre of movies?”

“Fantasy.”

“Like, medieval fantasy?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you like about it?”

She spent a long time searching for the answer, and even though I knew that this should have been an easy question, the fact that it seemed to take her mind off of her paranoia gave me a sense of relief.

“It’s simple.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She shrugged her shoulders and kept walking.

“Ok, what’s your favorite genre of-”

“Yo, Alex! You’re the man, motherfucker!” said a very loud student as he drove by us.

“You’re Alex?” asked another guy who was standing nearby.

“Yeah, but I really need to get going.”

“Oh, sorry to bother you. Congratulations though, dude. Banging three cheerleaders is something to be proud of.”

Suddenly, Kendra pulled away from me. “Did you tell people that we slept together?”

“What? Of course not!”

“Shit, I’m sorry if I got in the way. Are you working on number four right now?”

I turned around to the deucebag. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Maybe I’ve got the wrong guy, but I heard that some dude named Alex had sex with Amanda, Emma and Molly.”

“Molly? I’ve only met Molly once in my entire life, and we didn’t sleep together.”

“So, you’ve only slept with two?”

“That’s absolutely untrue. I haven’t slept with two cheerleaders,” I told him, and technically it was true. “Come on, Kendra. Let’s get out of here.”

I grabbed her hand and turned onto a nearby street, deciding that it was best for us to avoid other people, as much as possible. However, the damage was already done. Kendra was even less talkative than usual, and barely said three words to me the entire walk back to her house.

“I’m leaving.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk?”

She rushed inside and locked the door, not saying anything as she did, but I wasn’t upset at her for blowing me off. I was just curious as to how this rumor about Molly and I got started, and in order to find out I needed to go to the hub for all gossip on campus.

“Emma, can you meet me at the student union?” I asked her over the phone.

“I’m not really into exhibitionism, but if we get a few drinks first-”

“No, not for that! Fuck it, I’ll just ask you now. There’s a rumor going around that I slept with Molly. Do you know anything about that?”

“Oh, right. I guess I should have warned you. She’s been telling everyone that you two are kindof… dating.”

“I’ve barely even talked to her! Why would she do that?”

“How should I know?”

“Fuck!” I screamed, which caused a few people standing near me to suddenly jump back. “Sorry, I’m gonna go calm down. I’ll talk to you later.”

“So, this wasn’t a booty call?”

“Maybe later. Right now, I need to find out why this is happening.”

I had no idea of where to find Molly, but I did have access to five different people who were likely to have her number.

Kacey was the first to respond, and she also assumed that my text was a veiled booty call. However, unlike Emma, she quickly told me that she was too busy, which I was fine with.

I debated whether I should start off by cussing Molly out or trying to nicely figure out exactly why she was spreading lies, but it turned out to be totally unnecessary. Molly texted me before I had even typed a word.

“Hey, baby. Emma said you were trying to get ahold of me. What’s up?”

“I’m just curious about something. Did you tell people that we were dating?”

“Totally.”

“Why?”

“Just come see me. Actually, I’ll come see you. You at home?”

This seemed like a bad idea, but just that was just par for the course at this point in my life.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“See you soon.”

I spent my entire walk home beating myself up for upsetting Kendra. I kept thinking about what I could have said to keep her from retreating, but then realized that I probably shouldn‘t care. She didn’t seem to care about me.

I pulled out my phone when I felt it buzzing, but didn’t find a message from Molly, as I had expected.

“We’re hanging out again soon, right?”

It almost felt like Kendra had known I was thinking about her.

“Of course. You free tomorrow afternoon?”

I made it all the way back home without getting a response, but I knew I’d be getting a two word answer ten minutes before she wanted to meet up.

“Hey, baby.”

The voice came from a girl waiting in a trenchcoat, right outside my front door.

“You must be Molly.”

“You don’t recognize me?”

“I feel like I’ve said this a thousand times today, but we’ve only met once. I don’t know anything about you and I have no idea why you’re telling people that we’re dating.”

Suddenly, the trench coat slipped open, revealing her naked body underneath, or most of it. The crack she had opened revealed just the cleavage of her breasts, but her pink pussy lips were entirely out in the open.

“Hold on a second. I don’t-”

“Shhs, baby,” she said, holding a finger to my lips. “Don’t try to rationalize, don’t blather like an idiot and don’t waste time thinking too hard about this. All that matters is the feeling of me wrapping myself around you and pressing your skin against mine.”

She planted a kiss on my lips that was so soft that I forgot where I was and what I was doing. All I wanted was her. Nothing else mattered.

However, we were interrupted when one of my neighbors exited their apartment, and Molly was forced to pull away and close her trench coat.

“Maybe we should go inside?” She reached for the doorknob, but I pulled her hand away, now a little more clear-headed.

“Wait, before we do this, why are you even trying to hook up with me in the first place?”

“Because I like a guy with good abs.” She lifted my shirt and rolled her hands over my stomach. “Emma was right. You’re quite the hunk.”

I thought about telling her to fuck off, considering that it seemed like she only wanted to sleep with me for my looks… but I wasn’t a saint. Let’s be honest here, trying to claim that I belonged on any kind of moral high ground would be a waste of breath.

“Alex, are we doing this?”

“What?”

“You totally spaced out. Let’s go inside already. I haven’t gotten laid in almost a week.”

“You must be in real pain,” I said, laughing. “Maybe you should go see a doctor.”

“No, that’s what we have you for.”

“What do you mean?”

“All the cheerleaders know we can call you. I just haven’t cashed in yet because I had a steady supply until both of my exes moved away,” I was suspicious of what she was saying, but I didn’t become outright angry until her last few words. “You basically belong to us.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked her. “I don’t belong to you.”

“I didn’t say you belong to me. I said the team. The whole cheerleading squad.”

“Fuck you! I’m not your property.”

As her arms wrapped around my neck and smiled up at me, with lips like venomous cherries and eyes that harbored a black soul beneath. “Baby, you can think whatever you want to, but to me, and all the other girls, you’re just something that comes with being a cheerleader, like the popularity or the uniform. You’re a perk.”

I quickly shoved her away. “Get the fuck out of here.”

She seemed disappointed, but only marginally. “Fine. I guess I’ll just go and sleep off my horniness.” She pulled out a set of keys and unlocked my door, before walking inside.

“How did you get a key to my apartment?”

“From you, silly.” She tossed the set into my hands, and I recognized them as my own. “I lifted them out of your pocket.”

“How the hell did you…” I trailed off when she took off the trenchcoat yet again, but this time she threw it away with no intention of putting it back on.

“You know, it’s a little cold in here. Care to come and warm me up?”

“You know, if our genders were reversed, I feel like this would be pretty blatant sexual harassment.”

“Maybe,” she told me, “But I’ve always been good with people, and I can read you like an open book.” She came up and placed a finger right in the center of my chest. “If you tell me to leave right now, I’ll do it, but we both know that you want nothing more than to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

She stepped away, and walked to the bedroom, her hips swaying and her thighs wet.

“I meant what I said. Just say the word and I’m gone, but you won’t get this opportunity again.”

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