Chapter 2: Trying Out for Cheerleading

As Matt has his hand on my thigh, I’m not sure about what I should do next. I do want the fake ID and I do want to be friends with him and meet other people at school. Is this how things go here? Is this normal? Or would this be a huge mistake? And anyway even if we do anything, I haven’t done anything like that before so I’m completely virgin. I just kissed a few boys before that’s it. I play with myself sometimes but not that often. After a moment of silence and as he starts unbuttoning his pants, I tell him:

Me: “Oh well actually I’m not really ready for that Matt if you don’t mind”

Matt: “Don’t worry baby, we don’t have to do anything dirty, just a nice handjob would make me very happy” at this point his dick is out and he’s looking at me expecting to jerk him off

Me: “No sorry Matt I can’t do that”

Visibly disappointed:

Matt: “No worries, we don’t have to tonight”

He started the car and drove me home. The last few blocks we were mostly silent and awkward. I thanked him for the ride and he said that he’ll see me tomorrow in school. I went back home got ready for bed and just thought about what happened tonight. Did I make the right decision? I don’t want to be seen as the school slut, but also don’t want to upset Matt even though I know him for just a few hours. Should I have given him a handjob, which would have also gotten me a fake ID? I had no idea if I did the right or the wrong thing. Eventually I drifted into sleep.

Next day, I pretty much forget everything that happened last night, not because I was drunk just didn’t think about it anymore. Got ready for school and walked there. As I get on campus I notice that everyone looks at me in a strange way. Sort of lurking, whispering with their friends while looking at me. I thought maybe I just look different from US girls, being Russian, but it didn’t go like this yesterday.

Anyway, I just get on with my day go into class, and see the tryout poster for cheerleading. I know nothing about cheerleading but I did some gymnastics in Russia so I’m flexible enough. Plus it would really be cool to become a cheerleader like the girls in the movies. People kept looking at me weird the full day and sort of gossip all the time. No idea what they were saying of course, but it didn’t sound nice. I get to the tryouts I don’t have any gym clothes, but I already have leggings on so I’ll make it work. And they’re already part of the team I see the girls that were present at the party yesterday who looked at me weird already yesterday. Anyway, we go through a few drills, and apparently I was supposed to know them already somehow, when it’s my turn I just try to make sure I execute the same moves as the other ones but sometimes get lost in what needs to be done, especially that I don’t know the technical terms in English. From my perspective I did quite well, but maybe too unprepared since I just saw the thing that same day, and other people have been getting ready for weeks probably.

One of the girls from the group, who was also at the party yesterday came to me:

Jane: “Hey I’m Jane, what’s your name?”

Me: “Hey Jane, I’m Olivia, are you part of the team already?”